Dr. Liam was perplexed on the other end of the line. She’s been doing well recently.
Charlotte was taken aback. What? Didn’t you just send me a message saying she was…
What message?
After hearing Charlotte’s explanation, Dr. Liam, half-convinced he was hallucinating from overwork, checked his phone messages. No, I’ve been busy all day and didn’t send you anything.
Charlotte’s heart raced.
Taking a few deep breaths, she asked Dr. Liam to check on her mother again. Once reassured that everything was fine, she ended the call, drenched in cold sweat.
She realized the sinister nature of the person she was dealing with.
This person wanted to show how deeply they understood her life, even hacking into someone else’s phone to send her messages.
It meant that if they wished, they could harm her mother at any time.
Who on earth was this?
As her mind raced, her gaze fell on Hugo, who stood dumbfounded beside her, and she felt a sudden jolt of realization.
Wait a minute.
The timing of the message was too perfect!
She had just pressured Hugo to ask Mila for money, and then received a threat shortly after—it was too coincidental.
Could it be the Harvey family? But their tactics wouldn’t be like this.
Lysander? If he wanted her to do something, he would just give orders directly. It couldn’t be him!
Mila, perhaps, out of some personal vendetta? But how could it be? That woman couldn’t even keep her own husband in line!
Yet, her anxiety and instincts told her something was off. Determined, she was about to march into the hospital and confront Mila.
Just then, her phone buzzed. She glanced down and felt her scalp tingle.
[Stay where you are.]
Charlotte froze, her skin crawling with fear as cold sweat trickled down her back. She didn’t dare move an inch.
It was her!
Meanwhile, in the hospital room, Mila was busy manipulating the security feed on her phone. She watched as Charlotte and Hugo left the hospital entrance before switching off the feed. Then, she wired twenty grand to her hacker friend for a job well done.
She shut down the temporary virtual chat program she had set up.
Now, it was time to let Charlotte stew.
Charlotte had made her life miserable lately, and while Mila didn’t intend to really harm her comatose mother, the psychological warfare would keep Charlotte on edge, sleepless and anxious.
However, Charlotte was smart enough to figure out it was her.
Mila hadn’t tried to disguise her involvement.
Even if Charlotte didn’t know now, she would eventually realize when Mila had more tasks for her. Better to lay the cards on the table early.
But was it really Giselle behind this?
Mila needed to confirm once her media contacts delivered more info.
If it was Giselle, then she was surely wasting her time targeting her over some man. Was she mad?
Still, why couldn’t Giselle’s own weapon be turned against her?