Chapter 415

Huxley had left a door open for Heather, a chance for redemption if she chose honesty over deceit. But

if she continued to cover her tracks, Huxley was certain that the car accident that had landed his son in

the hospital was tied to her in some hidden way

“Huxley, don’t you trust me? Heather’s voice quivered slightly, a mix of indignation and fear

“Should I trust you?” Huxley met her gaze with an unfaltering stare, not bothering to sugarcoat his

suspicion. “Heather, have you been lying so much that you can’t even keep your stories straight? When

my son was first admitted here, you were on your knees admitting that you had argued with him over

Everett’s affair, which led to him storming out of the office. And now, all of a sudden, you’re claiming it

was work–related?”

Decades in the cutthroat world of business had honed Huxley’s skills in reading people, and he wasn’t

about to be hoodwinked by a slip of a girl.

He hadn’t pressed her further at the time, opting instead to let the matter resta strategic retreat that

allowed him to spring a surprise interrogation later

If her story remained consistent, he might believe her for once. If not, she was the prime suspect in his

book. And. Huxley had no ties to the Garcias, if someone was gunning for his son, he wouldn’t stand

idly by.

“It started with work, but then it escalated because of Everett Heather murmured, feeling mentally

stretched thin lately. causing these silly mistakes.

When Jeffrey had been rushed to the hospital, her only thought was to distance herself from suspicion,

but it seemed her eager defense had only drawn more attention to herself.

“There’s no need to backtrack now. The truth will come to light soon enough, Heather. If you’re

innocent, you have nothing to feat Huxley said as he took a step back, gesturing dismissively. You’ve

seen how much is going on with my family lately; I’m not in a position to play host. You may as well go

about your business. When my son wakes up, if he does, I’ll have him get in touch with you.”

Dismissed so coldly, Heather had no choice but to leave.

Reluctantly, she gathered her belongings. “Huxle

I’ll come by when I have a chance.”

“Don’t bother. Until my son wakes up, you won’t be able to see him anyway.”

“Huxley…

“I won’t see you out,” Huxley cut her off, pushing the gifts she brought back into her arms. “Keep these.

I’m alone in this hospital and have lost my appetite for anything.”

With her pride wounded by such a blunt rejection, Heather had more pressing concerns than her

bruised ego, if Jeffrey truly woke up, her world could come crashing down.

Once in her car, she hastily called the person she had hired for the car accident job.

“You promised there would be no loose ends. Now you’re telling me there’s a chance he could wake

up?”

“I didn’t expect it, okay?” the voice on the other end was laced with frustration. “What if I take care of it

at the hospital, one more time?”

“I don’t care how you do it. The money I paid was for a permanent solution. Figure it out.”

With the call ended, Heather’s heart raced with anxiety. She felt a sense of foreboding that she couldn’t

shake off.

“Jeffrey, don’t blame me for this. I warned you not to get involved. It was your choice not to listen.”

He knew she intended to marry Everett, yet he persisted in actions that worked agamst her. If that was

his choice, then Jeffrey was a fool.

The tragic end of Dorothy’s mother hadn’t sounded the alarm for Jeffrey to stay out of Heather’s way.

What more could she say? It was pure folly.