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.

Marcus’ intentions to

the complexity of the situation. His trust in Celeste’s innocence wavered against

have been a paragon of virtue, neither could she be labeled as malevolent. Her nature did not veer into the

conviction that the deed had been committed by none other

document, affording it a

grandmother’s well-being,”

dire. The tumor within her cerebral expanse has worsened, and her current condition is perilous—there exists a

Bria’s voice carried itself to Rhea in a

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

other side of the phone line, Bria’s

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