The phone went dead, and I nced at Colin, my mind racing. If he was the mastermind behind all this,
would the culprit really drop his name Caleb that easily?
Besides, Colin was known for having Eric do his dirty work, and Eric was tight–lipped as a m
he’d never let Caleb’s name slip. The fact that someone was so adamant that Caleb ordered the hit–
and–run on Dexter’s mom was just too convenient.
I knew Robin caught on to the setup, too; that’s why he gave me a heads–up with that call.
Dexter would be out in no more than a fortnight, and it didn’t make sense for Hailey to take such a huge
risk.
Was someone trying to fan the mes between the Langleys and the Fitzgeralds?
“Dexter’s morn’s been in an ident; I need to hit the hospital. Stay put,” I said, worry creasing my
brow. The Langley mansion isn’t safe to leave right now – not with the media circus out there and
whoever is pulling the strings behind the scenes.
If the Fitzgeralds and the Langleys really went to war over Colin, his already precarious situation would
only get worse.
No matter how it yed out, Henry stood to gain. He could go after Colin in the open, no holds barred.
“Phoebe…” Colin started, that look in his eyes telling me he wanted toe along.
“Stay.” I insisted, my voice firm. “You have to wait for me here.”
His gaze darkened, a hint of panic lurking there. “You’re not… you’re not lying to me again, are you?
You’reing back, right?”
I hesitated for a moment before shaking my head. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Alright.” He nodded obediently. “I’ll wait. I’ll wait as long as it takes.”
Something twisted in my chest as I turned and asked the butler to bring the car around. I had to go to
the hospital.
Dexter was still inside, and if he found out his mother was critically injured in an ident, he’d
lose it.
As I headed downstairs, I caught Eric marching up with a grim expression.
I nced back. The second–floor hallway was dimly lit, with Colin standing in the shadows, his face
unreadable but his presence almost tangibly intense.
My shoce came undone: I crouched down to tie it.
“Mr. Henry’s been toofortabletely.” Colin’s voice was a low growl.
Eric nodded in agreement. “Yes.”
This whole mess was clearly orchestrated by him.
“Make sure she’s protected. If she loses even a hair…”
I could barely make out their conversation from thending–Colin’s voice was rough and icy, a different
man from the one who spoke to me daily.
I must be hearing things, I thought, standing on my tiptoes to peer upstairs, Colin and Eric had already
walked away.
Colin… had he really lost his mind?
“The car is ready, ma’am,” the nanny called out to me.
I left the house, but just before getting into the car, I couldn’t help but look over my shoulder.
It wasn’t just paranoia; I felt eyes on metely,
I had a hunch that Henry wouldn’t let me carry my baby to term undisturbed. I was waiting for them to
make a move, preparations in ce. Yet, oddly, every time I felt watched, nobody came
for me.
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I had this overwhelming sense that not only were there people after me and my unborn child, but
someone was also guarding me from the shadows.
Otherwise, with Henry and his son Julian’s temperaments, they would havee at me by
now.
At Sea City Hospital.
Hailey had been rushed into a room by the time I arrived, still unconscious but out of immediate danger.
I exhaled in relief, then turned anxiously to the doctor. “When will she wake up?”
“She mighte around by tomorrow. Don’t worry, it’s just a concussion,” the doctor said, giving some
basic instructions before leaving.
Robin was waiting outside, his face etched with concern. “It’s a trap, clear as day, but they’re pinning it
on Caleb. No proof, but Dexter will probably buy it hook, line, and sinker.”
If Dexter got out and believed Caleb was to me, his hatred would only deepen.
“If he had any sense, he’d see someone’s setting him up,” I snapped, frustration bubbling to the
surface.