Never See You Again

After sending Philip off, Maeve got out of bed. It seemed like her ankle was twisted. There was a sharp pain in her foot the moment she stepped on the floor.

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Larry paled when he saw Maeve get out of bed. "Madam, why didn't you stay in bed?"

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"Madam..." Larry wanted to say more, but he stopped.

Maeve noticed that the door to Sergio's hospital room was left ajar, which meant someone was inside. She stepped closer and saw a white silhouette. It was Clara.

Larry blocked Maeve's vision and said guiltily, "Madam, you should head back to your room and rest."

Marve's eyes darkened. Clara was there. It was no wonder why Larry didn't want her to visit Sergio.

"Fine." Maeve turned around and returned to her hospital room. She probably overthought what happened yesterday.

Clara would take care of Sergio. He didn't need Marve.

Suddenly, Maeve's phone rang Lyra's worried voice came from the other end of the line.

"Maeve! Why didn't you answer my calls?

"You ghosted me for an entire day and didn't even reply to my messages. Did something happen to you?"

Maeve looked at the time. It was already afternoon.

She would usually have long chats with Lyra every day. But since she was passed out for so long, she didn't reply to Lyra's messages. It was no surprise that Lyra was worried.

"Yeah. I got in an accident." Marve sounded exhausted.

"An accident? Where are you? I'll get there right away!"

Maeve gaped for a while before telling Lyra the hospital's address. She lied on the bed and wondered who wanted to kill her. Since it wasn't Sharon, it must be someone else in the Scott family, Maeve thought so hard she got a headache. She massaged her forehead and went through every candidate in her mind.

Suddenly, Maeve opened her eyes. Her expression turned sullen. She thought about what happened last night.

"Just you wait! One day, I'll kill you!" James' arrogant voice echoed in her ears.

Maeve's face turned ashen. Was it James? She couldn't think of another person besides him. She used to think that James was just a delinquent, but she didn't expect he would commit murder. Larry carried a

a cup of hot water into the room. Maeve asked, "Is the car from the accident at the car dealership right now?

"That's right. We sent it to the car dealership this moming" Larry asked, confused, "Why do you ask?"

"Call the dealer and ask them if there's something wrong with the brake line."

Larry immediately caught upon hearing her words. "Alright. I'll ask them right away."

Maeve watched Larry leave and slowly closed her eyes. She hoped that the culprit wasn't James. After all, he was Philip's only son.

After a while, Larry came back and said sullenly, "The dealer said someone cut the brake line. Should we

Investigate it, Madam?

Maeve's eyes darken. "There's no need for that. You're excused."

"Understood."

It seemed like it really was James.