Amelia stared out of the car window, her jaw clenched tight with fury. She had just left Andrew Reynolds' mansion, seething with anger and frustration.She couldn't bring herself to voice her frustration to Henry. He had been kind enough to offer her a ride, but she didn't want to burden him with her troubles.Henry, however, was not one to let things go unsaid. He turned to her, concern etched on his handsome features. "Are you okay?" he asked softly.Amelia didn't answer. She simply continued to stare out the window, her jaw set in a firm line.Henry sighed, frustration creeping into his tone. "Hey, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong," he said, his voice growing louder. "I let you follow me, and you're still not saying anything. You've been mute since we left."Amelia's silence was starting to grate on Henry's nerves. He pulled over to the side of the road, the tires screeching against the asphalt. Amelia jolted in her seat, her hands flying up to grab the door handl
Amelia and Henry pulled up to the hospital in a rush, the tires screeching against the pavement as Henry applied the brakes. Amelia looked at the GPS location on Henry's phone, then turned to him and said, "Yes, that should be it."Without a moment to lose, Henry pulled over and the two of them made their way into the hospital. As they approached the front desk, Amelia took a deep breath and prepared herself for what was to come."Good day, please. I'm looking for an elderly woman that was brought in here today," Amelia said, her voice steady and confident.The nurse at the desk, who had been busy with some files, looked up at Amelia and then at Henry. "So many people were brought in here today, may I know who exactly?" she asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice.Henry stepped forward and said, "Grace, Nanny Grace. I'm sure she was rushed in here by my cousin, Andrew Reynolds."The nurse's expression softened as she checked her computer system for any information. "Ah, yes. We do hav
Her phone slipped out of her hand as she struggled to keep her balance. Her heart raced, and she felt like she was going to pass out. She knew she needed help, but her pride wouldn't allow her to ask for it. She clenched her jaw and took deep breaths, trying to steady herself.She stumbled towards a parked car, grasping at the door for support."Hey, miss, are you okay?" a voice called out from inside the car.Amelia took a deep breath and straightened up, trying to regain her composure. "I'm fine, thanks," she said slowly, her voice unsteady.The man looked at her skeptically, his eyes lingering on her for a moment longer. "Are you sure? You look like you could use a hand." "Are you going my way?" he asked finally. "I can drop you off."Amelia shook her head, her irritation growing. "Thanks for the offer," she said, her words clipped. "But I'll order a ride now. Thanks."The man shrugged and whined up his car window before driving off."What's wrong with me?" she muttered to hersel
Andrew noticed her faltering and quickly rushed to her side, concern etched on his face. "Amelia, what's wrong?" he asked urgently.Before he could get close to her, Amelia's eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed. Luckily, Andrew was quick to catch her before she hit the ground. He cradled her in his arms, feeling her weight against him as she fainted."Amelia, can you hear me?" he called out, his voice filled with worry as he gently laid her down on the ground. He checked her pulse and breathing, making sure she was okay.Andrew was in a state of panic as he carried Amelia to the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed. Lila, who was still on the bed, was shocked to see him carrying Amelia and quickly asked, "What happened? Is she okay?""I don't know," Andrew replied frantically. "Just get me some water, quick!"Lila rushed to get water, quickly putting on her dress, her heart racing with fear. Andrew checked Amelia's pulse and breathing, trying to assess the situation.
Amelia sat on the bed, her body wracked with sobs as Andrew's hurtful words echoed in her mind.She hated everything at that moment. Her dad, herself, everything. She couldn't help but regret the day she gave herself to Andrew."I would have just let you go to jail, dad," she muttered to herself. "Than marry me off to Andrew." She cried harder, feeling like her life was in shambles."This alone is worse than prison," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. A part of her still felt something for Andrew, but the pain and betrayal were too much to bear."He enjoyed hurting me, making me suffer," she realized with a heavy heart. "I deserve more than this, but there's no way out of this marriage." She knew that leaving Andrew would only cause more trouble for her family's business, and she couldn't bear to be responsible for that.Andrew walked down the stairs, his mind consumed by his recent encounter with Amelia. He barely registered Lila's presence as she came out of Alexander's bedr
"Good day, Mr. Reynolds. I'm sorry for the delay," Detective Stone replied, his voice measured and calm. "The investigation still isn't over yet, but we discovered something else, something more deadly."Andrew stood there, his eyes wide with curiosity. "Come in," he said, his voice hoarse with tension.Detective Stone stepped inside and immediately took note of the chaos that surrounded them. The living room was a mess, with broken glass strewn about."Woah, what happened here Mr Reynolds?" he asked, his eyes widening in surprise. "You threw a circus?" He joked, trying to lighten the mood.Andrew laughed, despite the tension in the air. "That would have been better. The circus we had here landed Nanny Grace in the hospital."Detective Stone's expression turned serious. "Oh, I'm sorry, sir. Is there anything I can do to help?"Andrew shook his head. "No, it's fine. Come with me to my study. Let's talk."They made their way through the house, Andrew leading the way. They got to the stu
Detective Stone looked at him with a serious expression. "We're still investigating, sir," he said. "But we have reason to believe that it was someone close to you, someone who knew you well enough to plan this."Andrew sat down heavily in his chair, his mind reeling from Detective Stone's words. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to the detective. "You care for some?" he asked, trying to distract himself from the pain."No, sir, I'm fine," Detective Stone replied, his voice gentle. "But you need to calm down so we can figure this out."Andrew chuckled bitterly as he lit his cigarette with practiced ease. "Calm down? I had an accident that almost took my life not up to a day after I got married. It's been months and you're still trying to find who is responsible."Detective Stone nodded sympathetically. "I understand, sir, but...""You do not understand," Andrew interrupted, his voice rising in anger. "I mourned Catherine for three years and
Andrew took a drag from his cigarette before standing up from his chair and walking over to the window. Lila watched as he stood up, his cigarette smoke lingering in the air around him. She could tell from the determined set of his jaw that he had something in mind - something that made her both curious and a little uneasy."What do you plan on doing?" Lila asked, her eyes following Andrew's movements as he walked towards the window."I have my ways," Andrew replied cryptically, his gaze fixed on the cityscape outside.Lila raised an eyebrow. "Is it what I'm thinking?"Andrew turned to face her, his expression inscrutable. "They still have some debts they owe me, so this little favor won't kill."Lila frowned, a sense of foreboding settling over her. "I suggest you wait for the detective, though," she said.Andrew didn't respond as he continued to blow smoke out the window. Suddenly, his phone vibrated on the table. He looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Tony."Hello boss, na