Becoming Strangers Again by Lily

Chapter 142

LILY

The following morning, Ryan left for New York once again, leaving me behind because the boys needed to attend school the next day. We made a plan, though, that I would travel down with them over the weekend.

As I pulled up to the hospital, my emotions hit rock bottom. Richard, despite his imperfections, had been an exceptional father-in-law, and learning that he had been found dead in his office was a heavy blow.

Stepping out of my car, my eyes were swollen from crying all night over Richard's death. Although Ryan didn't shed a single tear, I knew he was deeply affected. He had held me so tightly throughout the night before catching the first flight out in the morning. "How long do I have to hold this?" a familiar voice demanded.

Blinking slowly, I gazed at the elevator, trying to shake off the fog in my mind, and that's when it dawned on me that Amell was standing there, holding down the button to keep the doors from closing. He must have been standing there for a while, waiting patiently-or maybe not so patiently, knowing Amell.

Realizing I was holding him up, I hurried my steps, rushing to get into the elevator before he lost his temper. "I'm sorry," I mumbled under my breath, not really looking at him. "I didn't realize you were waiting for me."

He released the button with a dramatic sigh and then slipped his hand into his pocket, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I didn't think you had it in you to sincerely apologize," he said with that familiar hint of sarcasm in his voice.

I wasn't in the mood to deal with his attitude, not today, not after everything that had happened. I chose to ignore him, not wanting to engage in another one of our usual back-and-forths. Instead, I reached into my bag, fishing out my phone to check the time. Ryan hadn't arrived in New York yet.

Out of nowhere, Amell's voice cut through the silence again, but this time it was softer, almost... concerned. "Are you okay?" he asked, his tone unexpectedly gentle.

I turned to look at him, genuinely surprised by his sudden show of concern. It wasn't like Amell to ask questions like that. "I didn't realize you had it in you to care," I replied with sarcasm. "But I'm fine."

He chuckled softly. "For a moment there, I thought your sassy self was back," he remarked, a hint of teasing in his tone. I decided not to respond, keeping my gaze fixed on my phone, pretending to be engrossed in something far more interesting than Amell's antics. He didn't seem deterred by my silence. "You know, if you ever want to talk, you can always reach out to me. I'm a good listener," he continued.

I shot him a sideways glance, my skepticism evident. Was he being serious right now? "And why exactly would I want to talk to you?" I asked, my tone flat and unamused.

He shrugged casually, leaning against the elevator wall. "Talking to a stranger is sometimes the best option. I've been told I'm a great listener and that I give pretty solid advice," he replied with a nonchalant air, as if he were merely stating a fact.

I stared at him, dumbfounded, unsure of how to respond to this bizarre offer. Thankfully, at that moment, the elevator chimed, signaling that we had reached his floor. The doors slid open, revealing a bustling corridor, but Amell made no move to step out. He simply stood there, looking at me with that unreadable expression on his face.

you getting off?" I prompted, hoping

spreading

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Ryan still wasn't answering my calls. I had tried reaching

up? Frustrated, I decided to try a different approach

out, foregoing any formalities. I didn't have the patience for small talk right

to stay strong, mostly for his mother's sake. It's been hard

Ryan-always the pillar, the one trying to keep it all together for everyone else. But I needed to know more. I needed to know if Richard had died of natural causes or if there was something more sinister at play. Angelo wasn't the right person to ask about that, though. "Is Ryan close by? Can you pass him the phone, please? I've been trying

through the line, followed by his voice speaking to someone. "I'm sorry to interrupt, sir, but

heard Ryan's voice, muffled and distant. "Please excuse me, gentlemen," he said, his tone polite. More shuffling sounds came through the receiver, and then, at last, I

been trying to reach you," I said, my words rushing out with pent-up

haven't been answering. Things have been really crazy here at the estate, with the cops all over the place and people coming by to offer their condolences,"

was

me off gently, "can we talk later tonight

door to my office creaked open, and my secretary stepped inside. Her presence was a clear sign that I had work to attend to. I glanced at her and then back at the phone. "Sure," I replied softly. "I'll call you later tonight.

I started to

I could finish. I pulled the phone away from my ear, a frustrated sigh escaping my lips nearly scoffed at the abrupt end

more clipped than

"And as

today. The weight of everything that had happened was pressing down on me, and the last thing I wanted was to be stuck in a room watching Amell perform his first surgery. "I'll join them soon," I said, trying to muster some enthusiasm.

her face. "Actually, he specifically told me to

bastard, I thought, my irritation flaring up again. Was he flirting with

me and a few other nurses and doctors," she replied. "I was in the staff room to submit a file, and I

and quickly typed out a text to Ryan, reminding him that I loved him and that I would always be there

grabbed my doctor's coat