Burn the Marriage, Keep the Crown

Chapter 252

Of course she refused-she cried and screamed, insisting her father had to come back.

Yet somehow, her father relented in the end.

What happened after that, she could no longer recall. All that remained was the

memory of seeing her father again, this time in a hospital room.

Everything in that room was white.

Her father, swathed in bandages, was white.

The ceiling was white.

So were the bed sheets.

It was a blinding, sterile white that sent her heart racing with unease.

Later, the tall, handsome man she called her father was reduced to a small box, cradled in her trembling hands.

It felt as if a giant fist squeezed around Serena's heart.

She could barely breathe.

Hotel.

Inside the presidential suite.

Aaron Vance stared at his phone, his gaze dark and unreadable as he watched the man on the screen.

a word?

a nervous smile. "After I sent

eyes, a barely perceptible twitch at

moment later, he looked up, his cold stare locking onto the man's face. "Understood. Victor will transfer

"There's really no need-"

before the man could

the screen went dark, Aaron's

really... didn't

the door, only to find Cynthia Lynwood standing there, holding a plate

you heading out?" Cynthia's voice was subdued,

brushed

his retreating figure, her eyes clouding

her, but...

the hotel, Aaron

times,

across the hall

"Excuse me, sir, are you here

cold and impassive. When he noticed the neighbor seemed uneasy, he

to watch

more nervous.

abandoned the attempt and

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with his icy demeanor. "Do you

Miss Sullivan for days. Ever since... I think it was three days ago she

said, avoiding O at

gaze and