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.

as he grasped Marcus’ intentions to shield Celeste from the rain’s

the complexity of the

labeled as malevolent. Her nature did not veer into the realms of cruelty capable of

an unshakable conviction that the deed had been committed by none other

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

about her grandmother’s well-being,” he

honesty, “I took the initiative to contact the physician for an update. The situation is dire. The tumor within her cerebral expanse has worsened, and her current condition is perilous—there exists a possibility she

lit corner, Bria’s voice carried itself to Rhea in a hushed

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

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

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