Chapter 290 Keeping a Secret

Meanwhile, Lisa had made it to the Robertson mansion. She stood at the front door, her heart racing, glancing over her shoulder nervously. She knocked, her fist hitting the door harder than she intended.

A maid opened the door, dressed in a neat uniform, and gave Lisa a polite smile. "May I help you-"

But Lisa shoved past her, barely acknowledging the maid's existence. "Gretta! Gretta, where are you?" she called out, her voice echoing through the grand foyer.

The maid hurried after her, flustered. "Miss, please, you need to be quiet. Madam doesn't like loud noises-"

But Lisa didn't care. She kept calling out for Gretta, louder this time.

After a tense minute, Gretta appeared at the top of the grand staircase, her perfectly manicured hand resting on the banister. She wore an elegant dress that looked expensive, and her face was a mixture of annoyance and surprise. "Lisa," Gretta said, her voice cool but curious. "What on earth are you doing here, barging in like a maniac?"

Lisa didn't waste any time. "I have a plan and I'm gonna need your help."

Claire and Matthew rushed through the hospital hallway, their footsteps echoing off the white-tiled floor. Claire's mind was racing as they approached Abigail's room. She knocked softly on the door, and when she opened it, there was Abigail-sitting up in bed, her face pale but awake. Both of Abigail's parents were there, holding each other, their eyes red from crying.

"Hey, Abigail," Claire greeted softly, stepping into the room. "How are you feeling?"

Abigail turned her head, and the second her eyes met Claire's, they welled up with tears. Claire didn't hesitate; she stepped forward and hugged her gently.

"That night..." Abigail started, her voice shaky. "There were three guys-"

"Shh," Claire cut her off quickly, pulling away slightly to look into her friend's eyes. "You don't have to tell me. I already know. I'm just glad you're awake."

Claire placed her hands on Abigail's shoulders and leaned in a little, her expression softening. "But seriously, are you okay?"

Abigail nodded, biting her lip as another tear slipped down her cheek. "Yeah. I think so," she whispered. "Thank you, Claire."

"For what?" Claire asked, confused.

blood donation. You saved me." Abigail's voice cracked as she spoke, and she reached

squeezing her friend's hand. "I just did what was right. Besides, it wasn't even that much blood," she joked, trying to lighten the mood a bit. "I'll probably be fine after,

Abigail. How're you doing?" he asked gently, offering a

weakly. "I've been better,

small talk about the hospital food (which, as usual, was terrible), and the fact that Abigail was going to need some time to fully recover. About

get here?" Claire asked, raising an eyebrow. "I

shrugged. "Took

over to Abigail's bed and smiled. "How are

by the wrist, pulling him into

especially in front of everyone. After a moment, he gently patted Abigail on the back like he wasn't sure what else to do. "Uh...

couldn't quite put her finger on it. Maybe it was the awkward way Alexander had reacted, or maybe it was something

looked up at him. "I heard what you did for me... while I

doing what I could. Don't worry about it. Right now, all you need to focus on

for a bit. Hospitals always felt too stuffy to her, like they were

shoulder a light

door. Just need some fresh

the hallway, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and glanced at

will be the Saint Laurent family jewelry auction.

of popping up at the

got an invitation,

long after, Adrian shot

You shouldn't go alone to something like that. Way more fun with a date, don't you

rolling her

Adrian, real smooth," she

quickly shifted back to the hospital room and, more specifically, to

down the

to clear her

feeling that

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