Chapter 281

After Mitchell hung up the phone, the fog in his mind began to lift.

Earlier, in a drunken stupor, he'd snatched his assistant's phone and called Effie over and over. She hadn't answered once.

He'd assumed she'd blocked his assistant's number too.

Just as he was about to give up, the call finally connected. The strained voice on the other end told him Effie was at the police station.

At first, he thought it was some scam. But when he asked again and heard the same reply, a chill shot through him. Sobriety slammed into him like a wave.

He stumbled to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. The shock of it cleared his head even more.

"I need to go home!"

could think about was helping Effie. No matter what, he had to get her out of

Suzan were lounging in the living room, eating Truffle

some more," Adeline coaxed warmly. "I had this special

for your health.

Foster," Suzan replied sweetly,

in, stumbling over himself.

For a moment, they thought he'd been

stench of alcohol gave him away. Adeline's expression

acting out of control. Day and night, he drowned himself in liquor, drank until

Adeline wasn't blind-she knew exactly

what on earth Effie had that

panic in his eyes. "Mom, where's Director Nichols's number?

her voice sharp. "Why do you need Director Nichols's number?

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