Love's Redemption

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Chapter 286

Brandon hissed, but I knew it was more out of

sensitivity than pain. I felt him shudder, and unspeakable images flickered through my mind. I had to admit, I was a lot more wicked and demanding th

After teasing him, I straightened up and nonchalantly took a sip of my coffee. I then turned smoothly and left like nothing happened. My teasing must h and did not react for a while.

I returned to my office and sat down. The moment I set my coffee mug on the desk, I rubbed my face and burst into giggles.

I didn't know why, only that I couldn't help it. I was happy-

truly, unabashedly happy. Perhaps it was sadistic glee or impish satisfaction. Children were often happy when they got up to mischief, and I figured I w

I was still giggling when my phone chimed with a new message. I picked it up and glanced at the screen, only to see Eden's text. He had sent me an a on the outskirts of town.

Zooming in on the location, I saw that it was a company called Finchworth Investment.

Why did Eden send me the location of an investment company? Was the text meant for someone else, or was it just an excuse to bother me?

I was still trying to figure out Eden's intentions when he followed up with another text. "Go to the location if you want to see my dad."

Did that mean Arthur had left the sanatorium?

I couldn't tell if Eden was telling the truth or if this was a trap.

I didn't like guessing, so I called Eden. When he picked up, he did not wait for me to speak and instead pointed out, "You don't have to go if you don't "You were the one who discouraged me from seeing your dad. I countered, throwing his words back at him. "You said he wouldn't tell me anything eve So why would he send me the address of his father's location now?

"Yes, I told you there was no point in meeting him in person, but you seemed insistent on getting to the bottom of the matter," Eden said.

He added with a scoff, "If you don't want to go, feel free to pretend you never saw the text.

I wasn't surprised that the scion of the Griffins family would have such a temper.

Just as I was about to say something, he continued, "But I ought to give you a heads-

up. Just because I've given you the address, it doesn't mean you'll get to see my dad."

With that, he hung up before I could even get a word in edgewise. I huffed and considered my options, spinning my phone on the table. Should I go or not?

Bree had already told me everything, and whatever Eden said before made sense. If the truth behind the accident was exactly what I thought it was, Arthur might cover it up just like the other survivors. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

I read Eden's message again, plagued by the dilemma If I refused to meet Arthur in person, I would be indirectly accepting that the car crash, which claimed my parents' lives, had been a freak accident. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

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However, how true was that?

I was my parents' only kin. How would they rest in peace if their only daughter did not look into the cause. of their deaths and determine if the accident had been orchestrated?

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I might be overthinking this, but I would much rather have peace of mind than wallow in questions.

In the end, I decided to go. I knew there was a good chance that I was walking into Eden's ruse, but I would never find out by staying here.

When I left the office, I ran into the two young women gossiping in the pantry again. They had slung their purses over their shoulders like they were ab "Ms. Crown, are you heading out too?" one of the women asked cordially.

I nodded. The three of us entered the elevator together, and one of them asked, "Have you seen Mr. Howell today, Ms. Crown?"

An awkward cough escaped me as the thought of what I had done with Brandon crossed my mind. “Uh, no. Why do you ask?"

"Didn't you see him pacing through our department earlier? We saw it! It's really there!" The two ladies were flush with excitement. "Oh?" feigned surprise.

One of the ladies pointed at her neck. "You know, his hickey?"

“Right here!” the other one piped up, pointing at her throat to help me picture it better. "It was reddish-purple, too!"