Samantha turned around and stopped in front of the pen, picked it up, and placed it on the desk. “I’ve
already signed the papers. If you don’t sign, I’ll talk to Dad. I don’t want to bring this to court to avoid
affecting our reputation. I’ll give you three days.”
The cut on her palm hurt so much it became numb, and blood dripped onto the tiles like flowers. She left
the Bouchers without looking back, leaving everything behind.
At the hospital…
The nurse helped Samantha sew up her wound and bandaged it. She told her not to get it wet for a few
days and that they would be able to remove the suture in a week.
Samantha picked up her bag and left the room but bumped into Ryleigh and Maisie there.
Maisie immediately recognized her. She was the woman who had saved Kennedy the other day, but
before she could speak, Ryleigh suddenly called out,” Aunt Samantha?” Samantha smiled and walked
toward them. “It’s you.”
Then she noticed Maisie and was going to say something, but Ryleigh was shocked. “Are you hurt?”
ver
She paused and hid her hand. “I’m fine. I just fell and scraped my skin. Is this your friend?” Ryleigh
pulled Maisie over and introduced her, “Yes, she’s my best friend, Maisie.” Maisie smiled. “You know
Ryleigh. I didn’t have the chance to thank you for the other night.” “What happened the other night?”
Ryleigh looked over, confused. Samantha smiled. “I just did what was right. How is that man?” “Uncle
Kennedy is alright. He rested for a while and is fine now.” Maisie answered, and Ryleigh understood
what it was about. So, the woman who had helped Kennedy was Samantha.
After their conversation, Samantha said goodbye, her face looking tired throughout the conversation.
Ryleigh watched her enter the elevator and started feeling angry, “Uncle Eugene has terrible taste. How
could he leave such a kind and gentle woman and instead play around? Some people just have bad
taste.” Maisie didn’t expect that she was Eugene’s wife and started feeling bad for her.
“Zee, would all married men turn out the same?” Ryleigh started worrying. “If that’s the case, I’d rather
never get married.”
Maisie flicked her forehead. “Don’t think that there are no good men left in the world because of one bad
apple.”
She rubbed her forehead and said, “That’s because Mr. Goldmann is a good man.”
Maisie and Ryleight got to Kennedy’s room with lunch. When he saw them, he smiled, “Thanks for
thinking about me.”
Ryleigh said,” Maisie said you don’t have a family in Bassburgh and was worried that you’d be bored in
the hospital.”
Kennedy smiled again.
Maisie joined in. “If Uncle Kennedy was married, I wouldn’t need to be worried about him like a
daughter.”
Kennedy was helpless. “Who would marry a man like me?” “Uncle Kennedy, you’re just being modest.”
Raleigh sat next to the bed. “You don’t look old. When I first met you, I thought you were in your early
30s.”
Kennedy really didn’t look old. He was in his 40s, but he wasn’t balding or had a big belly. or even looked
out of shape like other men his age.
He, Erwin, and Strix were the men who became more dashing as they grew older, like red wine, getting
better with age.
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