Chapter 177
In the dead of night, as I dozed off beside the hospital bed, I felt what seemed like dry fingers brushing against my face. “Idiot, you’d believe anything anyone tells you.“}
“Hmm…” I swatted the hand away and rolled over, realizing I was supposed to be caring for a patient. I shot upright and blurted out, “What did you just say? Are you feeling okay?”
All I could see was Bryant’s closed eyes and his steady breathing.
I wondered if I was hearing things. I didn’t give it much thought, chalking it up to being rattled by the day’s event and my nerves frazzled. I drifted back to sleep without much ado.
The following morning, Kevin brought us a special breakfast from a traditional diner known for its delicious brunch, all to Bryant’s tastes. But after only a few bites, Bryant excused himself to attend to business matters. Kevin had brought more than just breakfast. A hefty stack of documents awaited Bryant. Being the CEO of Ferguson Group was no walk in the park.
As I munched on my breakfast, I occasionally glanced his way. The warm winter sun streamed in, casting a soft glow around him, highlighting his perfectly chiseled profile, the glasses perched on his high nose, and his lips slightly pursed.}
I had to admit the man was easy on the eyes. If only he weren’t such a jerk.>
After breakfast, Gary called to ask when he could deliver the fingerprint analysis results.
“Right away. Still at the Riverview Estate,” I responded immediately.
After a night in the hospital, I was desperate for a shower and a change of clothes.
Hanging up, Bryant caught my gaze. “Leaving again?“}
“I’ll be back.” I offered a reassuring smile. “I’ve got a surprise for you when I return.“}
That way, I wouldn’t have to worry no matter what Margaret tried to stir up. In two days, she’d have no choice but to leave. And perhaps then, Bryant and I could finally sever ties.
He raised an eyebrow, asking, “What kind of surprise?“}
“You’ll see.” With that, I hurried out of the hospital.
The nurse had just had Bryant’s medication changed that morning, and with Kevin staying in the room, there was nothing to fret over.
A sleek black Bentley slowly pulled up before me as I waited by the curb for my rideshare.
Given yesterday’s ordeal, my first instinct was to flee!}
“Ms. Webster.” As the window slid down, a stylishly dressed, sophisticated woman greeted me. Sporting a deep shade of lipstick, she radiated serenity and maturity.§
She appeared to be in her early thirties.
I paused, “And you are? How do you know me?”
“I’m Kathy Larson, Mark’s sister.” She offered a slight smile. “There’s something we need to discuss privately, Ms. Webster.”
There was a faint familial resemblance to Mark in her features. Yet, I had never heard Mark mention he had a sister.
I was cautious about getting into cars, “You and he…”
“He always wears a charm bracelet around his wrist since he was a kid and even showers with it on. You were probably talking to him on the phone right before yesterday’s incident.”
Kathy easily divulged these details.
Without further objection, I got into the car.
Once inside, Kathy said, “Ms. Webster, I’m taking you to a place.”
“As long as it’s not to kill me and chop me off,” I quipped.
The car weaved through traffic, eventually arriving at a peaceful street in an affluent neighborhood, mirroring the upscale tranquility of the Ferguson Mansion
The Ferguson family’s wealth was no secret. But the Larson family seemed to embody a more understated type of wealth, their exact standing compared to the Fergusons a mystery