The next morning, after spending yet another night at the hospital because Anne's pain had kept her from letting him leave, Dylan was finally on his way to the office.
As they approached an intersection, he suddenly instructed the driver, "Take me to Bayview Heights."
He had been wearing the same clothes for two days and needed a change.
Otherwise, he wasn’t too keen on returning to that place.
Upon arriving at the villa, instead of the warm welcome he might have expected, he was met with an eerie silence and a chilling sight on the living room table—a divorce agreement!
Dylan’s gaze lingered on the signed divorce papers and the keys resting on top.
With an unreadable expression, he paused for a moment before turning and heading upstairs.
This was his first time entering Suzy's room.
They usually lived separate lives, like oil and water, never mixing.
The room was as clean and orderly as he expected.
Over the past three years, she had personally taken care of his every need.
It was hard to deny that in some ways, she had been a competent wife...
Realizing his thoughts, Dylan’s brows furrowed, and he stepped forward to open her wardrobe. Clothes and jewelry, everything related to the Wright family were still there.
Just as she had written in the divorce papers, she had left without taking anything, leaving with nothing but the clothes on her back.
So, her cries of impending death that day, were they all just an act?
He sneered. “Suzy, I’m curious to see what game you’re playing this time.”
His phone rang.
Pulling it from his pocket and seeing the caller ID, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes—a feeling he might not have even noticed himself.
“What is it?”
On the other end, his assistant sounded particularly anxious, “Sir, Miss Wheeler has had an accident!”
His brow tightened immediately. “I’m on my way!”
At the hospital, although bodyguards were posted at the entrance and surveillance revealed no suspicious individuals, Anne had somehow been poisoned and was in critical condition.
Anne's primary doctor speculated, “Mr. Wright, it’s highly likely that Miss Wheeler was poisoned before she even arrived at the hospital…”
Anne cut off the doctor before he could finish, "Mr. Dylan, please don't blame Suzy. She was just trying to protect her marriage! If I had listened to her and left you as she suggested, none of this would have happened. So, this is all my own fault..."
"At a time like this, you should be worried about yourself, not that ruthless woman," Dylan replied sharply.
His eyes hardened as he pulled out his phone to call Suzy.
"I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable..."
The fury in his eyes could have swallowed someone whole.
He coldly ordered his assistant, who was standing by, "Search the entire city for Suzy!"
Meanwhile, at Hillside Villa.
"Ah-choo..."
As soon as Suzy entered, she sneezed, causing Allen Wheeler, who followed her in, to become instantly anxious. "Boss, did you catch a cold?"
Sniffling slightly, Suzy sneezed again. "It's nothing."
"You've sneezed twice; you definitely have a cold!" Allen set down Suzy's luggage and hurried to the kitchen. "I need to make you some ginger tea right away."
Watching Allen’s worried and hurried back, Suzy thought of Dylan’s cold words, "I already told you that her life or death is none of my business!"
People who cared about her would worry over something as small as a sneeze. Those who didn’t wouldn’t have flinched even if they saw her hanging—they’d think she was just swinging.
Three years ago, she had done everything to marry Dylan, to repay a perceived debt, she had toned down her personality, and humbled herself to the dust, working tirelessly.
Thinking back, she realized she must have been out of her mind.
Even if he had saved her three years ago, it was her first time, and he really wasn’t at a loss.
The notion that she owed him anything was utterly absurd.
Pushing down the pain in her heart, Suzy stopped Allen at the kitchen door.
"Forget the ginger tea. However, the Goodwin family in North Avenue could use your help as a facilitator."
"The Goodwin family?"
Suzy’s eyes narrowed slightly. "The murderer who killed my parents, and my own attacker three years ago, might both be connected to the Goodwin family."
Upon hearing this, Allen’s eyebrows furrowed deeply.
"The Goodwins are influential in politics, and it seems the player behind the scenes is bigger than we imagined. Martin Goodwin, the head of the Goodwin family, has been ill lately, searching for a renowned doctor. I’ll pass on the news that you are the miracle doctor to them soon."
Ten minutes later, Allen told Suzy, "Boss, the Goodwin family needs you urgently; they want you to come as soon as possible, but your injuries..."
In fact, the moment Allen saw Suzy, he wanted to ask about her injuries and where she had been these past three years.
Since she was alive, why hadn’t she contacted them?
But she never mentioned it, and knowing her temperament, he didn’t dare pry.
Suzy knew Allen was worried about her, but she didn’t want to bring up anything related to Dylan with anyone.
It was all over, and she would never contact him in the future; there was simply no need to let them know.
Yet, saying nothing would certainly not ease his concerns.
After a moment, she explained to Allen, "I took care of a dog for three years, but it never grew tame; it bit me instead."
Allen’s anger flared immediately. "Where is that beast? I'll knock his teeth out."
No one could harm his boss and get away with it!
"He’s dead!"
Dead in her heart.
"Tell the Goodwin family that I’ll be there two days from now, four in the afternoon!"
Two days passed in a blink.
At Wright Corporation, in the CEO's office.
Dylan looked up as his assistant, Desmond Hill, entered.
"Didn’t find her?"
“There isn’t a doctor who knows how to treat the poisoning,” Desmond said hesitantly, then added, “As for Mrs. Wright, she’s an orphan with no family. Everything she’s done over the past three years has been connected to you, and nothing suspicious has come up… so we haven’t been able to locate her either.”
"It had been two days..."
Was she intentionally hiding, or could she have...
Realizing he was actually worried about her, Dylan's brows knitted together. "Intensify the search!"
"Yes!"
Standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, Dylan gazed into the distance, his eyes flickering with a complexity even he hadn’t noticed. "Suzy, you better pray you can hide forever.”
"Sir..."
Desmond, who had left just a minute earlier, hurried back in without even knocking, breathless with urgency. "Look at this!"
Dylan, thinking there might be news of Suzy, took the phone and saw...
"Red Falcon?"
"A miracle doctor in the alternative medicine world!" Desmond exclaimed, excitedly.
"She’s renowned for curing all kinds of poisons and diseases. People call her 'The Healer of Legends,' known for treating even the most severe injuries. She disappeared three years ago, and everyone thought she was gone for good, but now she’s reappeared.
“I've just received reliable information that today at four in the afternoon, she'll be visiting the Goodwin family in North Avenue to treat Mr. Martin. Sir, perhaps Miss Wheeler could try her treatment?"
"The Goodwin family at North Avenue.."
The fact that the Goodwins had called upon her was proof enough of her skill.
"Go invite her!"
After a pause, Dylan stopped Desmond at the door. "I'll go myself."
