Chapter 1753: Chapter 1967

With that, Lucinda abruptly ended the call.

Listening to the click of the phone being hung up by Lucinda, Violeta’s frustration bubbled over as she turned to Nala, venting her anger.

“Can you imagine? I’m her sister-in-law, and yet she treats me like this.

Not a shred of respect, and she’s still so impatient.

”

Violeta sighed heavily, feeling a sense of unease, hoping Nala would shed more light on the plan for tomorrow night.

However, instead of addressing the plan, Nala held her hand reassuringly.

“You’re enduring a lot, Mrs.

Simmons.

Lucinda’s hatred towards you because of Mr.

Simmons is unfair.

But soon, everything will be resolved.

”

Noticing Nala’s avoidance of the topic, Violeta took the initiative to inquire, “Is everything set for tomorrow night’s plan? Will anyone die?”

Nala offered Violeta reassurance with a gentle pat on her hand.

“Don’t worry, Mrs.

Simmons.

I’m here to help you reclaim what’s rightfully yours, while also securing some cooperation for AN Group.

Rest assured, I won’t harm anyone.

”

Drawing closer, Nala whispered to Violeta, “I’ve taken care of all the arrangements.

All that’s required from you is your cooperation tomorrow night.

”

Violeta, noting Nala’s caution and reluctance to divulge her plan’s details, felt powerless to press further.

Any additional inquiries might spark suspicion.

“It’s getting late, Miss Diaz.

Good night,” Violeta stated, retracting her hand from Nala’s and ascending the stairs.

Nala watched her departure, pondering deeply.

*

The following day, after ensuring all preparations were complete, Lucinda made her way back to Peace Mountain.

Graham, hindered by his Limited mobility, had scarcely left his bed, save for necessary trips to the bathroom and for bathing.

Violeta had taken to serving his meals bedside, feeding him with care.

Upon Lucinda’s arrival at the villa, the kitchen buzzed with activity as the chefs prepared dinner, the delightful scents wafting through the air.

Violeta and Nala welcomed her at the door, However, Lucinda’s demeanor was frosty as she bypassed them, heading straight to the bedroom to see the ailing Graham.

“Violeta, would you mind stepping out with Miss Diaz? I wish to speak with Graham in private,” Lucinda requested.

“Of course, but don’t take too long.

Dinner will soon be served,”

Violeta replied.

With a nod from Lucinda, Violeta and Nala exited, leaving her to secure the door behind them.

Lucinda then settled into a chair beside Graham’s bed, observing his pallid countenance as he rested against the headboard.

Graham, meeting her gaze with a hoarse voice, inquired, “What is it you wish to discuss?”

“What are you avoiding?” Lucinda probed.

“Could you clarify?” Graham responded, his gaze lowered.