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Chapter 48
She’s in trouble?
Matthew’s brow furrowed slightly, a deep crease forming on his handsome face. A look of concern flickered across his features, though he quickly masked it. His mind raced, processing the information that Veronica could be in danger.
It was only then that Tiffany, who had been standing near the door of the ward, noticed the change in his demeanor. Her sharp eyes caught the tension in his face, and she approached, her steps quiet but deliberate.
“Matthew, is something wrong?” she asked, her voice soft with concern—but underneath, there was a hint of curiosity.
Just as Matthew received news about Veronica, Tiffany had already been briefed about the Larsons’ plans. She had barely started basking in her happiness when she overheard Matthew on the phone. Though the conversation had been vague, she knew—it had to be about Veronica.
Tiffany’s mind raced as she saw Matthew’s anxious expression. It was strange, so uncharacteristic of him to show any emotion about someone other than Elizabeth. A spark of jealousy ignited within her. Could he be going after that wench? The thought made her stomach churn.
Without thinking, she hurried to him, grabbing his wrist. “Matthew, please don’t go. I’m scared,” she pleaded, her voice dripping with sweetness.
Her actions were calculated. As she stepped forward, she embraced him tightly, her head resting against his chest. Her body pressed close to him, an innocent act to sway him into staying. But what she didn’t know was that Matthew’s mind was already a million miles away.
Matthew stiffened in her embrace. His eyes showed a flicker of distaste before he quickly masked it. His hands hovered, unsure of how to pull away without causing a scene.
“Why are you still awake at this hour?” he asked coldly, his voice distant, before he turned his gaze toward the living room, his mind elsewhere.
Tiffany, undeterred, continued to press against him, her voice soft and coaxing. “I couldn’t sleep,” she said, looking up at him with wide eyes.
Matthew’s indifference only increased as he muttered an absent, “Oh.” His gaze was fixed somewhere beyond her, a clear indication that his thoughts were elsewhere.
Sensing something was amiss, Tiffany’s expression shifted to one of confusion. “Matthew, is everything alright?”
Her words seemed to pull him back to reality. He blinked once, looking at her from the corner of his eye. “There’s something at the company that I need to deal with. I’ll come back later.” His words were clipped, and he turned to leave almost immediately.
Tiffany’s heart twisted. A company issue? She didn’t believe him for a second. He wasn’t thinking about some business matter—he was worried about Veronica.
Frustration burned in her chest as she watched him walk toward the door. No, she couldn’t let him go. Not when he was so fixated on that woman.
“Matthew, please don’t go,” she insisted, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desperation. She reached out, grabbing his wrist, her grip firm.
“Matthew, I’m scared. Could you stay with me for just a little while?” Her tone was as sweet as honey, a contrast to the storm brewing in her heart.
For a brief moment, Matthew hesitated, but his eyes grew colder as he shook his head. “I’ll let Thomas come and stay with you,” he said, his words terse and emotionless.
But Tiffany wasn’t going to let him slip away so easily. She clung to him, her voice turning soft, almost coaxing. “Matthew, I was reading horror stories two days ago. That’s why I’m so scared now. Don’t go, please.”
Her words were like a melody, sweet and soft, meant to trap him in her web. But as Matthew’s eyes hardened, his disgust became palpable.
He grabbed her arms and forcefully pulled her away. “I’ll let Thomas send you back!” His voice was cold, his displeasure unmistakable.
The finality in his tone left Tiffany standing there, her arms still throbbing from his grip. She watched, seething with anger, as Matthew walked away, not sparing her another glance.
“Matthew! Matthew! Matthew!” she shouted, her voice growing louder with each call. But Matthew didn’t turn. The elevator doors closed with a soft ding, sealing him away from her view. Her anger boiled over, and she stomped her foot in frustration.
But Tiffany couldn’t let it show. She had to be calm. She had to swallow her fury, for now. Old Mrs. Kings was still in the ward, and if she made a scene, it would only make things worse.
Taking a deep breath, Tiffany turned on her heel and headed to the stairwell. She took out her phone and quickly dialed her parents, her words sharp as she informed them that Matthew was going to search for Veronica.
Meanwhile, Matthew was already driving, his mind focused on one thing: finding Veronica. His calls went unanswered, and panic rose in his chest. The only option left was Xavier.
It only took two rings before Xavier picked up. “Where’s Veronica?” Matthew demanded immediately, his voice hard and urgent.
On the other end of the line, Xavier, who was also heading toward Regalia Condominium, was equally worried about Veronica. But hearing Matthew’s voice—so invested, so concerned—stirred something in him. He didn’t like it.
Why does Matthew care so much about Veronica?
“You’re asking me about her? You should be with your wife, Matthew. It’s late, and your beautiful wife might be waiting for you,” Xavier shot back, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Matthew clenched his jaw. That man…
His patience snapped. “Where. Is. Veronica?” His voice was low, threatening now, and the command in his words left no room for argument.
Xavier scoffed. “Hmph. I have nothing to say to you.” With that, he ended the call abruptly, leaving Matthew seething.
Still, Matthew didn’t stop. He kept driving, the engine roaring under his foot. He quickly dialed Thomas. “Find out where Veronica is. Now.”
Thomas, who had been tracking the car that Veronica had been in, called back minutes later. “Sir, the car went to Regalia Condominium.”
“Good. Keep me posted,” Matthew ordered. He pushed the gas pedal to the floor, the car speeding toward the condo, heart pounding.
Ten minutes later, Thomas’s call came again, but this time, his voice was shaky with urgency.
“Sir, there’s a fire at the condominium. On Veronica’s floor.”
Matthew’s blood ran cold. No. He slammed his hand against the steering wheel, the panic flooding in.
“Get there. Now!” Matthew shouted, his voice filled with desperation. Please don’t let anything happen to her.
