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“Nothing, I‘m only curious. After all, I heard that his injuries had something to do with you,” he explained

nonchalantly, adjusting his glasses once more.

She lowered her gaze and said stoically, “The rumors aren‘t technically wrong, but in all honesty, he

brought the injuries upon himself, so I don‘t know what to think of them.”

“Oh, is that so?” An odd glimmer flashed in Tim‘s eyes as he became interested. “I take it that you know

why he was caned in the first place?”

“Sort of, but seeing as it weighs on my personal affairs with the Fuller Family, I‘d rather not talk about it

with you.” Sonia nodded in apology, then added, “Right, I should get going now, Dr. Lancaster. See you.”

With that, she brushed past him and into the waiting elevator.

Tim, on the other hand, glanced over his shoulder at the slowly closing elevator doors. The fluorescent

lights above reflected off his glasses, and he waited until the doors fully closed before he turned away.

Pushing his glasses up his nose bridge, he let out an amused laugh and said to no one, “How

interesting!”

Meanwhile, Charles sat on a nearby bench in the gardens outside the inpatient ward, and he was

speaking on his phone when Sonia found him.

She walked up to him, and when he spotted her, he beckoned her over. He spoke into the line for a few

seconds more, then hung up. “Are you done?” he asked Sonia, keeping his phone in his pocket.

Sonia nodded. “Yeah, I am.” (This daily new chapters provide it www.Jar.Com)

“Took you a while,” he accused jokingly, then tapped his watch in mock exasperation to show that he had

been waiting for much longer than expected.

She flashed him an embarrassed smile. “I guess I lost track of time while I was talking to Grandma. Sorry

for waiting, Charles. I‘ll buy you dinner later if you‘d like.”

“Nah, there‘s no need for that. Besides, it‘s not like you could stomach rich food right now, and I‘d hate to

be the only one eating anything with flavor. Come on, I’ll drop you home,” he offered graciously, rising to

his feet.

They sauntered over to the hospital parking lot, and a couple of steps in, Charles suddenly remembered

something. He turned to look at Sonia and said eagerly, “By the way, baby, guess who I saw earlier.”

“Who?” Sonia asked, shaking her head to show that she was not up for guessing games now; she

probably would have made all the wrong guesses anyway.

Charles did not try to bait her either. Instead, he narrowed his eyes as he chuckled insidiously. “I saw

Tina!”

“What?” Sonia stopped walking. “Tina‘s here at the hospital,

too?”

“No, she‘s not here as a visitor,” he began to explain. “Apparently, she‘s been staying in the hospital ever

since she left the courthouse the other day. I asked the nurses and did some sleuthing; as it turns out,

the police took Tina into custody while she was still in recovery, so she came back to follow up on her

treatment after she was released. She didn‘t get discharged until today.”

A frosty look passed over Sonia‘s face as she mused, “I see.”

“Now that I think about it, there‘s something strange about you,

Toby, and Tina,” Charles pointed out, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. (This daily new chapters

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She gave him an assessing look. “What do you mean?”

“I meant how unlucky the three of you are, of course,” he answered jauntily. “Haven‘t you realized? The

three of you have made countless trips to the hospital in these three short months. It was always you, or

Toby, or Tina. It‘s almost like an eenie–meenie–minie–mo thing.”

“Well...” Sonia‘s lips twitched in bemusement, though she couldn‘t rebuke what he said because it was

the truth. “That’s enough now. Let‘s not talk about it anymore and get going,” she said decisively, opening

the door on the passenger side of the car.

Charles saluted her like he was in the army and quipped, “Yes, ma‘am!”

They drove back to Bayside Residence. Charles did not hover, and he left to attend to some company

matters after helping Sonia pick up around the apartment.

Sonia, on the other hand, called for take–out, and she was digging into her meal when she gave Carl a

call.

However, it was just as Charles had told her that morning: none of her calls could get through, and Carl

had as good as gone off the grid.

She wondered idly if he was unavailable because of work, or if he was hiding from her after his

confession yesterday. Either way, she was determined to find him and talk him into seeking treatment for

his complex.

With that in mind, she gave up on calling him and clicked into Messenger, then sent him a text which

read, ‘Carl, give me a call when you see this. There‘s something important I need to talk to you about.

Please!

She set her phone aside when the text had gone through, and while waiting for his call, she let her mind

wander.

Alas, the wait lasted all night, and when she saw that he had yet to call her the following morning, she

couldn‘t help but sigh in disappointment. (This daily new chapters provide it www.Jar.Com)

I don‘t even know if he saw my text. She rubbed her eyes, but that did little to wake her up as she

groggily made another call to Carl. However, all she got in return was a beep that indicated he had

switched his phone off.

Her brows furrowed. “What in the world is going on? What is he up to?” It was hard not to suspect that

something had happened to Carl now that he had disappeared for a whole day and night

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With her lips pressed into a grim line, she gave Charles a call instead. He picked up almost instantly, and

he greeted around a yawn, “Good morning, baby.”

“Morning, Charles.” Sonia lifted the covers off her and got out of bed, then walked over to the French

windows to draw open the curtains.

As the blinding morning light filtered through the glass and warmed her face, she winced and shut her

eyes. After adjusting to the sudden brightness, her eyes fluttered open slowly.

“Why did you call me so early in the morning? Did you miss me, baby?” Charles asked teasingly,

chuckling.

She rolled her eyes. “Now isn‘t the time to be cheeky. Be serious for a change. I need to ask you

something.”

“Okay, what is it?” He cleared his throat and became solemn.

When she heard his lighthearted tone turn somber, her expression grew serious as well. “It‘s about Carl.

None of my calls have been getting through since last night; his phone has been switched off, and I‘m

worried that he might be in trouble.”

She was terrified that after the confession yesterday, Carl had been unable to take the hit and had done

something drastic.

After all, there was no telling what he might be capable of doing on impulse, given his complex. (This

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