Chapter 185
The Fletfeld foily had secrets–deep, daik secrets–and Morwenna had always suspected as much But now, after hearing Stuart speak, she realized that these secade weje far more infiicate than she had ever imagined.
Yara wasnt really lus youngest mit at all.
How did his real youngest punt, who tormented Stunet no badly, die? And how was it possible for her to keep on hurting him for years?
What about Stuart- præents?
Morwenon’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion, and she found herself unable to ask any more questions.
Stuart didn’t continue either. It seemed he just wanted Morwenna to know about the pain he had kept silent for so long, like tearing open les own wounds to let the most trusted person take a peek..
Just then, someone pushed the door open
Fletcher entered with his hands covering his eyes, peeking through his fingers like a mischievous fax. “Hey, Stuart and Morwenna, what are you two up to in broad daylight?” he teased.
Morwenna, still reeling from Stuart’s revelations, didn’t blush or react as she usually might have.
Stuart adjusted his robe, covering the scars, and stood up to glance at Fletcher then pulled the blanket over Morwenna.
Fletcher was visibly perplexed, thinking to himself, “She’s covered with a robe and a sick gown, what could I possibly see? Why the need for a blanket?”
ignoring Fletcher’s expression, Stuart asked in a cold tone, “Any news from the Hetfield Group?”
Fletcher glanced at Morwenna, quickly realizing that Stuart didn’t intend for her to leave the conversation.
Seeing this, Fletcher went ahead, “The bait has been taken. To cover the deficit in his project, Reuben has been dipping into the company funds again. Maybe he thinks that with you gone, the Hetfield family is his for the taking, so he’s getting reckless.” Morwenna listened, slowly coming back to herself. Reuben was Phineas‘ son, and from what they were saying, it seemed they were setting him up to embezzle funds.
The last time she saw someone battered and bloodied for embezzling funds… was that Reuben?
Fletcher, noticing Morwenna’s furrowed brow, spoke with a hint of unease.
Stuart, unfazed by Morwenna overhearing, replied sharply, “Too slow. Keep the pressure on.”
Fletcher almost rolled his eyes. “Getting him to embezzle in just three days, and you’re calling that slow?”
“One week maximum.”
Fletcher protested, “A week! Stuart, this is a big deal, not some shopping spree. A week is hardly enough! Besides, why the rush? We’re just watching from a distance. They’ve always wanted to push you out, and now that you’re gone, let’s see how they manage to screw up the Hetfield family. We don’t need to interfere too much; let them dig their own graves.”
Fletcher ranted on, mainly because a week truly was too short
Stuart’s tone softened slightly, “Speed it up, Wenna needs to get back to work.”
Fletcher was baffled, thinking, “What job could possibly be more important than the Hetfield Group?”
Morwenna nodded seriously. Yes, she needed to return to her job soon.
Johnson was fundraising for a new community school, and funds were tight.
She also owed Stuart a considerable amount of money, which she intended to repay.
was eager to return.
Having left her job for so many days, even though Stuart had offered to handle her leave, Morwenna was Fletcher was at a loss for words. “Alright, alright, III speed things up. I’m off. Breakfast is on the table”