Semua Bab Heart of Stone: Her Revenge Unleashed: Bab 41 - Bab 50

[Addison]Livy walks around me, holding out her hand to the strange man greeting him like an old friend. The man bends down and greets her, apologizing for his tardiness.“Sorry, Young Miss,” the man bows over her little hand. “Mr. Grant sent us to assist just in case you needed help, but it looks like we were a little too late.” He frowns, looking at my son, who is still lying flat on the road. He is moaning and making a fuss, so I can tell he’s not too badly injured, despite the blood which seems to be everywhere. “Who are you?” I demand as I remain kneeled next to Jayson. “And how did you know we’d need help?” “My name is Mr. Carpenter, and I am the Head of Security at Grant Group,” he helps me stand, his warm calloused hand keeping me steady. “As for why we are here, Mr. Grant has all of his employees and members of his household tracked for emergencies such as this one.” He nods towards Livy. “He’d never put his most precious people at risk.” I take another look at my son and

[Addison]Hunter took us home. Seeing how shaken I was, he took the initiative, having the maids draw a bath while he made us all beef stroganoff and decanted a bottle of red wine. By the time I was clean and dry, Livy had already eaten, her messy plate sitting on the counter while Hunter stood in the kitchen washing dishes. “Don’t you have people to do that for you,” I made my best attempt at a joke, only for it to sound flat in the large empty room. “Taking care of others helps me settle my mind,” his deep voice rumbles as he looks up from the dishes and my gaze connects with his. His deep blue eyes, almost black in this light, crease with worry even as he makes his best effort to smile. “It’s been a very long day.”Pausing at his task, he rinses the soap from his hands and then sets about making me a plate of food. I offer to do that myself, but he shoos me from the kitchen, insisting I take a seat at the table. The lighting is dim, a glass of red wine resting next to a cup of

[Addison]Michael doesn’t make idle threats. That’s all I could think of as the rest of the week blended into the weekend as I waited for the other shoe to drop and for all of his new promises to land in my lap like an unwanted present. I’ve known Michael for 7 years, and have been married to him for 5 of those, and in all that time I have seen him carry through on his threats without fail.Before it had been opponents across the courtroom. This time it’s me. Winning is his favorite thing to do—it always has been. Whether it's in school or in life, he isn’t satisfied until he is on top. “How did I never notice that,” I sigh as I put on my suit jacket. I’m going into Grant Group today, and I want to make sure I look up to standard. Giving myself one last look, I add a bit more foundation to hide the last of the bruising from the beating inflicted by my own son. I hadn’t realized how many times his little fists hit my face until I saw the evidence the next day. “Good Morning,” Hunt

[Addison] The elderly man stood a bit straighter, scanning me with his critical eye in the way he does a law brief, meticulously and with the ability to see everything. As if he has been frozen in time these last 5 years, nothing about him has changed--not his tattered tweed suit or the way he looks down his nose at you, inspecting you like one might ponder a particularly nasty problem to be solved. When people think of the autistic savant, the person with no emotional tact but with a keen mind that can see what others cannot, they could be discussing Professor Magnus McCannon. My teacher, mentor, and the hardest professor I ever knew. I was considered smart. Very smart. It was the reason I was admitted into law school so young, after completing my undergrad studies. I entered Harvard Law with perfect grades and several letters of recommendation. But my mind is nothing compared to Professor McCannon’s. As a child he was deemed a super genius, his complex mind and his ability

[Addison]The elevator closes and then descends, taking Charley with it. I receive a text immediately after from her, stating that she'll meet me at the reception desk tomorrow for the rest of our orientation. Fuming, I turn back towards my current situation. The professor is watching me patiently, waiting to see my next move. I know he's analyzing me even now, judging me in his intuitive way. My skin crawls under his scrutiny even as I turn away, looking up and down as if the solution to my situation were in the ceiling or floor. I thought Hunter and I were becoming friends. But friends don’t set other friends up for emotional abuse. Friends don’t hold each other hostage, denying them the chance to leave the building. Friends don’t do…whatever it is Hunter Grant is doing by bringing me to this apartment to be alone with my professor. He’s going to hear from me. This whole situation is absolutely infuriating. I didn't sign up to come in and be harrassed by my old professor. “M