One Hundred and Thirteen

May’s POV

I glanced at my phone as it buzzed on the dresser, half expecting another message from Asher. As I picked it up, I wasn't surprised to see his name flash on the screen, signaling another message asking me to come to his house for our meet-up.

It was the third time he had done this; the first had ended in a tense conversation about our divorce, and after I had flatly refused the second invitation, I was even more hesitant now.

What was his problem by the way? And why did he keep changing the venue of our meeting as if the work we were to do wasn’t important, or it was something she could play with.

I looked down at my phone again to see if I should leave it unread or not, and I was still deciding that when another message appeared.

“This is the butler, I'm using Mr. Campbell’s phone. He said you had to come home because he was feeling weak, but I've been trying to force him to go to the hospital, and he's refusing. He's been running a temperature since."

I read it out loud, w