Chapter 142

In a hotel room.

Rhett sat at the desk, glancing towards Kristin who hesitated in the corridor, too timid to approach.

“Take your medicine,” he said, sliding a glass of water with the dissolved pill towards her.

Kristin, nervously hiding behind a partition until she heard Rhett’s voice, walked over with her head down.

“Do you feel like resting here, or would you like to check out the town?” Rhett remembered Kristin had once mentioned she loved the seaside view from Harborside Haven.

A spark lit up in Kristin’s eyes as she tightly clutched the water glass. Although she struggled to express herself, her eyes never lied. Whether she liked something or not, it was always apparent at a glance.

That was why when Rhett first met her at a Fitzgerald family gathering, he thought her eyes shone with a naive clarity.

“Feeling any cooler?” Rhett stood and touched her forehead.

Kristin stiffened but didn’t pull away.

“Still a bit warm. Take the medicine and rest a bit. Later, we can go see the coastal night view,” Rhett said and leaned on the desk, watching her.

She nervously gulped down the medicine in one go.

“Here,” Rhett said, handing her a bottle of water from the desk, having already unscrewed the cap for her.

Kristin, grimacing from the bitter taste, was about to take a sip when Rhett suddenly frowned and took the bottle back.

He had a thing about cleanliness and was very particular about hotel’amenities. The cap had come off too easily, meaning the bottle had been tampered with. He inspected it closely and sniffed the contents, his expression darkening. “There’s something wrong with this water.”

Kristin stared at him, shocked. “Wrong? Is it dirty?” She thought Rhett was just being overly fastidious. “I’ll get a fresh one.”

“Smell this,” he urged, holding the bottle to her nose.

She sniffed and her eyes widened in alarm. “There’s definitely something off. It smells sour.”

Good water wouldn’t smell sour even if it was past its expiration date.

This wasn’t water.

Rhett furrowed his brow, motioning for her to be silent. He grabbed two sugar packets from

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near the coffee machine before guiding her into the bathroom.

Kristin watched, curious about what he was planning.

tore open the sugar packets and poured them into an ashtray, then added the bottled

Rhett said, his

gasped, covering her mouth. “Sulfuric

that, the consequences could have been disastrous from severe damage to her throat to a life–threatening

screwed the cap back on and stepped out of the bathroom to call York.

set up makeshift cameras in both the bathroom and the main room.

natural,” York advised, glancing at Kristin.

that they were trying to catch the culprit.

number of staff had been in and out of the room. It wouldn’t be fair to accuse

panicked to consider keeping the water bottle

would return to the crime scene to cover their tracks, because simply flushing the bottle down the toilet would leave no evidence.

scared,” Rhett reassured

not sure whether the person behind this was targeting her or Rhett.

under Kristin’s name, could this be a personal attack?” York whispered. Rhett nodded. If he hadn’t

fingertips were cold as he felt a wave

Something’s happened! Call

shouts filled the air, his hands apparently covered

Rhett’s arms. They rushed out of the hotel and into the elevator. “Mr. Fitzgerald, what’s happened to Kristin?” Rhett’s voice was

and the others left, a housekeeper who had been lurking

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room, searching for the open bottle of

contents into the toilet.

expect.” York came from the doorway, carrying a note of sarcasm as he entered with

went pale, almost collapsing to

put you up to this? You’ve

with fury. This was a

saw the door open and came in to clean,”

prepared cameras and the switched sulfuric acid. “Caught red–handed. Go explain

the underground

sat in the car, still in

asked, pulling her

Rhett, feeling the

she resolved that anything Rhett was about to consume, she would

first.

back to Silvergrove City, and York will stay to handle things here,” Rhett said, his mood dark. He couldn’t

a run–in with Nicola, and then this attempt on her life, a warning

coldly, flexing

had become too comfortable within the Fitzgerald

Kristin nodded stiffly.

had been looking forward to seeing the seaside night view

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