Chapter 129

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Collin rolled his wheelchair closer to Linsey’s bed, a questioning look on his face. “You think I’m capable of such a feat? My involvement was limited to directing Felix to the police station. The subsequent events unfolded due to their own investigation. It seems Felix couldn’t withstand the interrogation.”
Linsey’s suspicion lessened when she heard his explanation, although a subtle unease remained within her.
“Huntley is implicated in this as well. If your family discovers the full extent of what transpired, won’t they retaliate against you, perhaps even attempt to coerce you?” Linsey voiced her concerns.
Collin noticed the worry etched on Linsey’s features and felt a surge of warmth. He reached for her hand, holding it gently. His voice carried a warmth that filled the space between them, offering comfort. “Don’t worry. As your husband, it’s my job to protect you. Just focus on your recovery. I’ll handle the rest.”
Linsey looked up, her heart skipping a beat as she took in Collin’s reassuring presence. She nodded slightly, her smile tentative yet trusting. “Alright. I trust you completely.”
Locking eyes with her, Collin paused, the weight of her trust pressing upon him. He found himself reluctant to meet her gaze again. Her complete faith in him was clear, but he was burdened with secrets he could not share. He longed to be transparent with her, but the threat of impending crises always seemed to snuff out that possibility. The menacing presence of Gorman, lurking in the background, was a constant threat. Revealing too much to Linsey could endanger her as well.
He couldn’t tell her the truth, not yet. Taking a deep breath, he gripped her hand a bit tighter. Despite the secrets, he resolved to compensate in other ways. As long as she remained safe at his side, he was ready to pay any price.
Two days later, Linsey’s patience with the hospital had worn thin.
“Collin, I need to be discharged,” she said.
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Collin responded immediately, “No, you’re not yet fully recovered.”
Linsey’s resolve was firm. “I’ve been here long enough. I need to get back to work.”
She was still in her probationary period, and any further delays could risk her position. Though her boss, Coen, had granted her a few days off after securing a crucial order, she could not afford to delay her return any longer. The project for Anthea wouldn’t complete itself.
Seeing her unwavering commitment to her job, Collin felt a mix of admiration and helplessness. “How critical is your job that your company can’t function without you? If that’s really the case, it doesn’t bode well for their future.”
Linsey bit her lip, wrestling with whether to disclose her secret. She worked for CR Corporation, the very company to which he owed a significant debt. She worried that revealing this truth might bruise his pride, so she had kept her employment at CR Corporation hidden from him.
“I really need to go back, okay?” Linsey insisted, her voice laced with urgency.
Collin exhaled slowly, his concern evident. “What kind of work is it? Maybe I can help out a bit.”
Linsey paused, considering her words carefully. She decided it was safe to mention her client as long as she steered clear of revealing her employer. “It’s just an important client,” she finally said.
As she spoke, a memory flashed through her mind. She recalled seeing Collin’s car leave Anthea’s villa on her first visit there.
“By the way, Collin, how do you know Anthea Blakely? She’s my client this time, and I think I saw your car at her villa,” she added.
Collin was visibly taken aback, the connection catching him off guard. He managed to maintain his composure as he explained, “My late mother and Anthea were old friends. I was just paying her a visit that day.”
Linsey was surprised by this revelation. She knew that Collin’s biological mother had passed away many years ago and decided not to delve deeper, not wanting to stir up painful memories.
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