Loosening his tie, Marcus settled into a large chair. “Conceal all the schedules for today,” he instructed, his voice heavy with command.

“Yes, sir,” Derek responded promptly, acknowledging Marcus’ directive.

Derek quickly carried out Marcus’ instructions. Afterward, he cautiously inquired,

“Mr. Thomas, may I ask why you’re not allowing Mrs. Thomas to go to the hospital?”

The sentiments harbored by Mrs. Thomas towards him were likely those of resentment.

Marcus’ gaze shifted to the rainy scene outside the window, his thoughts unspoken.

evident as he grasped Marcus’ intentions to

grappled with the complexity of the situation. His trust

a paragon of virtue, neither could she be labeled as

the deed had been committed

surroundings, Marcus lifted a document, affording it a momentary perusal before gently setting

grandmother’s

update. The situation is dire. The tumor within her cerebral expanse has

to Rhea in a hushed discourse about

that her grandmother’s predicament wasn’t orchestrated by Celeste but

catching the conversational drift on the other side of the phone line, Bria’s epiphany

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