“Maybe we should tell her only after John’s situation is better,”
Luke suggested.
Gwen accepted this answer, turned away, and helped bring her father downstairs.
The ambulance sped off toward the nearest hospital with its two victims, sirens blaring.
Scarface and the rest of his accomplices had finally been caught.
Bethan had been up all night all this while. After getting off from a call with her children, she continued to wait patiently by the phone, awaiting good news.
Finally, after seeing the news of the kidnappers’ arrest, she let out a sigh of relief and allowed herself to drift off to sleep.
Everything was finally okay. Andy had been found, and Gwen could finally be at ease too.
Otherwise…
Bethan could not even begin to imagine how Gwen would feel if, less than a year after losing Luke, she lost her father too.
Bethan woke up at around 9 a.m. the next morning.
She thought Brettley would have returned at night and would be sleeping next to her by the time she woke up, but to her surprise, the other side of the bed was empty.
She dialed Gwen’s number and, at the same time, went over to knock on Gwen’s room door.
She could not get through to Gwen’s phone, and no one was in her room.
Bethan could not help feeling worried about this.
‘Why aren’t Brettley and Gwen back yet? Didn’t they find Andy last night? Where are they now?’ she thought to herself as she dialed Brettley’s number.
He soon picked up and said in a tone that sounded exhausted, “Hey, you’re up.”
Bethan furrowed her brow and said rather anxiously, “Why didn’t either of you come back last night? Didn’t you already rescue Andy?”
Brettley paused then replied, “
Yes, we did, but there were plenty of things that we needed to sort out. The police wanted to get a formal report, and Mr. Larson needed to go to the hospital for a checkup…
“Not only that, but there was another man who was with Mr. Larson last night, and he took a bullet for him. We’re making sure that he gets checked and treated too.”
At this point, Brettley decided to change the subject. “I’m at the Moore Group office now. Tara needed my help with something.”
Bethan frowned when she heard this. “Are you saying that after saving Gwen’s father, going to the police station, and taking care of the injured man last night, you went all the way to Moore Group to help Tara? When did you even sleep? if
What was so important about Tara’s task anyway? Did it matter more than his sleep?
“Yes.”
Brettley nodded. “She needed my help with some financial issues. Since you’re awake, I’ll help you order some room service. Just stay put, and I’ll be back soon. As soon as I’m done, I’ll pick Gwen and Mr. Larson up from the hospital and bring them to the hotel.”
Bethan was annoyed to hear this. “No need! I’ll go to the hospital myself!”
Bethan slammed the phone down, strode out of the hotel, and hailed a taxi straight to the hospital.
She was fuming throughout the trip, unable to understand Brettley’s point of view. Was he simply too much of a workaholic, or did he simply choose to ignore his health?
He barely had the time to rest, yet he chose to help Tara-a cousin whom he was not even related to- with her ‘problem’.
She could not believe this man. He had four children to feed, yet he continued to take his health for granted. What would happen if he fell ill? Would she have to take care of five people then?
Besides, it was one thing to do this, but another issue entirely because he had failed to update her on the situation or at least tell her he was not going home.
If she had not called him, she would still be clueless about everything that was going on.
Bonnie was right about men; Brettley would never have done this in the past!
The more Bethan thought about it, the more furious she got.
The taxi soon arrived at the hospital.
Bethan was so angry that she got out of the car and stomped toward the hospital in a huff, barely even noticing where she was going. By the time she came to, she bumped into another woman.
“Ouch!”
Robyn glanced at Bethan, clutching her chest in pain.”
Watch where you’re going!”
As angry as she was, she had to admit her mistake. She smiled and apologized to the woman she had bumped into.”
I’m sorry. I was engrossed in my thoughts and didn’t see you coming. I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
The woman in front of her seemed to be a visitor too. There was an open thermal food container by her feet, and its contents were spilled all over the linoleum floor.
Bethan felt even more guilty at this sight.
A janitor approached them to help clean up the mess. Bethan thanked him, then helped pick up the empty food container and asked, “Are you here to visit someone too? I’m sorry that I caused you to spill your food. Why don’t I take you to a restaurant and buy you a meal?”
Seeing that Bethan appeared remorseful, Robyn decided not to pursue this matter any further. Instead, she frowned, snatched the container from Bethan, and strode toward the nearest bathroom. “It’s okay.”
Bethan sighed and followed her. As she waited patiently outside the bathroom, she dialed Gwen’s number.
Gwen did not pick up.
As worried as she was about Gwen’s whereabouts, Bethan knew she had another priority at hand-to atone for bumping into the woman.
Therefore, she had no choice but to push her thoughts to the back of her head and wait patiently for the woman to emerge.
After washing the empty food container, Robyn turned and came face-to-face with Bethan. She frowned and said, “I don’t need you to make it up to me.”
Bethan smiled. “I know you’re here to visit someone, and I’m sorry I made you spill the food you brought. Even if you don’t need me to buy you a meal, we certainly can’t let the patient wait too long for food, can we? I want to bring you to a restaurant where I’ll buy you another meal for the person you’re visiting. I’ll feel better this way.”
Robyn finally relented and nodded. “Alright, then.”
She intended to return home and get another batch of food for John, but seeing that this woman was so insistent, she decided to take her up on her offer instead.
The two women walked over to the restaurant across the street.
Bethan ordered a set of the food that Robyn had brought, then added some more for good measure.
“You don’t have to,”
Robyn said when she noticed this.
“It’s okay. I just want to make it up to you.”
Bethan grinned at her. “Who are you here to visit?”
Robyn paused before she replied, “My brother. He suffered a gunshot wound.”
Gunshot wound?
Bethan froze when she heard this as she stared at the woman behind her.
Robyn realized what she had said but could not be bothered to explain, so she smiled and said, “He’s fine. Just some minor lacerations.”
Bethan pursed her lips but did not pursue any more information. Instead, she packed the food in the container and handed it to Robyn.
Finally, she gave Robyn her number and said, “This is my number. If you need any help, feel free to contact me.”
Robyn was a little taken aback by this. Although she did not know who Bethan was, judging by the clothes she was wearing, she could tell that Bethan was a wealthy woman.
Were people as rich as her usually so kind?
Most people would only apologize and would not even bother to compensate for the spilled food even if they bumped into her. Not only did this woman buy her another meal, but she even offered help should she need it in the future.
“Alright. I’ll be off now. Don’t hesitate to get in touch if you need anything.”
Bethan smiled and turned to leave.
Robyn stood frozen in shock for a long time before finally leaving the restaurant and making her way back to the hospital.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.