Chapter 962
If Jamie hadn’t been forced to leave, Sharon might have suffered even more. Perhaps her other hand would have been completely
ruined as well.
Wendy’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Thomas.
“Thomas, how did you know something happened to Sharon?”
Thomas had arrived last and from a distance; Wendy had assumed he hadn’t helped at all. He smiled faintly.
“What if I told you I dreamed she was in trouble… Would you believe me?”
Not even Wendy or Xavier-nor Sharon herself-believed that.
Playing along, Wendy teased, “So you and Sharon have some kind of psychic connection now?”
Thomas saw their skepticism and fell silent. Wendy stopped joking and grew serious.
“Tell me, how does Lex just vanish like that?”
Thomas and Xavier exchanged unreadable looks, then casually averted their gazes. Thomas shrugged.
“Maybe he dug his own grave.”
Wendy scoffed.
“To be honest, aside from that lunatic Jamie, I can’t imagine anyone else bold enough to kidnap the head of the Malcolm family.”
But whether Jamie was the culprit was only Wendy’s speculation. Xavier changed the subject and asked about Sharon’s hand.
“Sharon, how’s your hand now?”
Sharon answered, “Uriah said the main treatment is done. Now it’s just rehabilitation. I can be discharged any time.”
“When will you leave the hospital?” Xavier pressed.
“In a couple of days.’
His deep eyes lingered on her face.
“So you’re returning to the Kalen family, then?”
“Yes.”
“When will you go?”
“Next week. I’ll go back to Amstern City this week to sort my things. Whenever I have the time, I’ll go visit Matty. When he’s on
holiday, he can stay with me for a while.”
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She was heading to Marcentine to develop her career. Chances to see Xavier and Matty together would soon dwindle.
Sharon missed Matty.
She felt gratitude mixed with guilt for Xavier. He had done so much for her; beyond taking care of Matty, she felt she had little to
repay him.
Xavier smiled then.
“What a coincidence. Cooper Group just signed a major contract with a company in Marcentine. I’ll be staying there for a while. As
for Matty… he has no family here. Sharon, if you don’t mind, could you look after him a little longer?”
Sharon blinked, surprised, then smiled. “Of course I don’t mind.”
Thomas, watching them exchange that smile, pressed his thin lips into a straight line; irritation crawled under his skin. He hadn’t
heard Sharon play the violin in a long time, and his insomnia seemed to be flaring up again. Recordings used to help him sleep, but
without her live playing, even the recordings felt hollow. For all of this, he blamed Jamie.
A dark, coiling fury rose in Thomas’s eyes. He imagined smashing Jamie’s bones one by one and feeding them to dogs-letting
Jamie watch his body be gnawed away until death. When his insomnia wracked him with unbearable pain, why should Jamie be allowed any peace?
A thousand tortures unfurled in Thomas’s mind-all ways to make Jamie’s life worse than death.
