Chapter 271
Chapter 271
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.
She glared at Larson, but he just stared ahead, expressionless, as if she were invisible.
Anger boiling inside, Rosita spun on her heel and stormed back to her room.
The moment the door closed, frustration exploded. She swept every bottle of makeup off her vanity and sent them crashing to the floor.
Garry had locked her up here, refused to see her, and now he’d cut off any way for her to reach the outside world.
She was completely isolated.
She had no idea what was happening back in Silveridge, no idea how Briony was doing.
Rosita’s face twisted with fury.
What the hell was Garry up to? Had he lost his mind?
Silveridge
Women’s and Children’s Hospital – Maternity Ward
By the time Stewart’s plane touched down, it was already seven in the evening.
Cedric Clarke and Carl were waiting for him at arrivals.
Once in the car, Carl took the wheel while Cedric and Stewart settled in the back seat.
Cedric broke the silence first. “My sister’s not doing well.”
Stewart’s hand, still pinching the bridge of his nose, froze mid–motion.
“What did the doctors say?”
“They’re monitoring her closely. They just issued another critical condition notice.”
Stewart pressed his lips together in a hard line, silent for a long moment before he finally asked, “Does Briony
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know?”
“She has no idea,” Cedric answered, his voice heavy. “None of us dared to tell her about her brother. Right now, she just thinks the twins are in the NICU for observation because they came early.”
Stewart frowned. “She’s going to find out sooner or later.”
“I know. As their mother, she has a right to know. But we’re hoping to wait until she’s a little stronger before we break it to her.”
Stewart didn’t respond.
Cedric watched him, hesitating before speaking again. “Honestly, Stewart, I don’t think you should see her right
now.”
Stewart closed his eyes.
He hadn’t slept properly in three days.
Not because he was busy–he just couldn’t shut out the image of that little child, no matter how hard he tried. Cedric, seeing Stewart’s silence, couldn’t read his expression at all.
“Stewart, I’m serious. Briony’s holding it together, but if you show up, it’ll shake her. Please, for her sake, just stay away for now.”
“I understand.” Stewart opened his eyes, which were dark and impossible to read. He said quietly, “I’ll just check on my sister, then I’ll leave.”
Cedric let out a sigh of relief. “As long as you don’t disturb Briony, that’s fine.”
Stewart turned to Carl. “Any news on the investigation?”
“I was just about to update you, sir.” Carl met Stewart’s eyes in the rearview mirror. “The suspect works for Mr. Ferguson. We’ve got him in custody. What do you want us to do with him?”
“Garry?” Stewart’s eyes narrowed.
“Yes,” Carl confirmed. “We tracked a five–million–dollar transfer to his account. He’s just a college kid–scared out of his wits. He confessed to everything the moment we questioned him.”
“What did he do to Briony?”
“He said he was paid to push Ms. Kensington. But as soon as he approached her, she realized something was wrong and tried to run. She tripped and fell on her own. When he saw her bleeding, he panicked and bolted.” “No.” Stewart’s voice was firm, his suspicion clear. “There’s something off about this guy.”
