Westenmar, Capital City.

Garry Ferguson's Private Estate.

Rosita had been here for three days now.

Not once had Garry come home.

She'd asked Larson about it.

All he told her was that Garry had "important business" to attend to-what kind of business, he wouldn't say.

Something wasn't right. Rosita could feel it.

She thought about calling Garry, but when she reached for her phone, she

realized there was no signal.

More precisely, the signal was being blocked.

She turned to Larson with a hard stare. "What's Garry playing at?"

Larson's face didn't so much as twitch. His tone was strictly professional: "I'm sorry, Ms. Lockwood. I'm just following Mr. Ferguson's instructions. He must have his reasons for this. Please be patient."

Rosita's heart sank a little further.

Larson was Garry's right hand-if he'd been stationed here, it could only mean Garry had no plans to come back anytime soon. And he certainly wasn't planning on letting her leave.

but he just stared ahead, expressionless, as

Rosita spun on her heel and stormed back to her

every bottle of makeup

up here, refused to see her, and now he'd cut off any way for

She was completely isolated.

had no idea what was happening back in Silveridge, no idea how Briony

face twisted

hell was Garry up to? Had he

Silveridge

Children's Hospital - Maternity

Stewart's plane touched down, it was already seven in the

were waiting for him at

Carl took the wheel while Cedric and

silence first. "My sister's

bridge of

did the doctors

her closely. They just issued another critical

for a long moment before he

idea," Cedric answered, his voice heavy. "None of us dared to tell her about her brother. Right now, she just thinks the

going to

know. As their mother, she has a right to know. But we're hoping to

stronger before we

Stewart didn't respond.

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255