The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 194

At this hour, only Sawyer remained standing at the entrance of the research center.

Once he realized that Dr. Patten wasn't going to take his father's case, any last hope Sawyer had fizzled out completely.

Holbrook's illness couldn't be delayed any longer; Sawyer knew he couldn't afford to waste another minute. He immediately called the hospital that had previously treated his father and agreed to proceed with the surgery.

After returning home from the research center, Sawyer wasted no time launching a thorough investigation of everyone in the house. To his shock, it wasn't the nurse who'd been caring for his father that he found suspicious, but rather the woman who slept beside him every night-his own wife.

That night, sleeplessness loomed over the Iverson family like a dark cloud.

Sawyer summoned everyone into the living room. He sat on the sofa, his expression stormy and unreadable; no one could guess what was going through his mind.

Aline rubbed her eyes anxiously. The memory of what she'd done sent a tremor of unease through her, but she quickly calmed herself, recalling the promise she'd received: the poison would be nearly impossible to trace. Her composure returned almost immediately.

beside him and gently placing her hand over his. Her voice was soft and soothing. "Darling, it's

about to say more, but suddenly Sawyer's expression changed. He shoved her away with such force that Aline tumbled to

regularly and was strong; with that one push,

Sawyer glared at her in utter disgust, a tangle of emotions warring inside

for the woman he shared his bed with. The very idea that it was his wife who'd poisoned

and considerate. He never would

eyes. Her voice

racked her brain, trying desperately to figure out why he was so angry. Fear

this. She stared at him, terrified, but mustered the courage to speak up for Aline. "Dad, why are you treating Mom like this? There must

than Clifford and Norton jumped

care of the family for years. How could you treat her like this?" Clifford shot Sawyer a reproachful look, then crouched down to

mood had been foul for days, pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to reason with him. "Dad, I get that you've been under a lot of stress lately, but that's no excuse to take