Chapter 86
A persistent phone rang loudly in Gabriel’s bedroom. It didn’t stop. The vibration against the dresser grew even louder, echoing through the quiet space.
It was Gabriel’s phone, and it was still ringing. But no one was there to answer. He and Isla were still in the bathroom together.
The bathroom door swung open and Gabriel rushed out, water dripping from his hair and down his bare chest. A white towel was wrapped around his waist, revealing the sharp V–line of his abdomen. He moved fast toward the dresser and grabbed his phone.
At first, he thought it was a call from the hospital. But when the screen lit up, his heart jumped–it was his father. And there are several missed calls from him.
A wave of panic hit him. His father never called unless something serious had happened. His chest tightened as he dialed back, silently praying it wasn’t about his grandfather. Even though the old man was aging, Gabriel wasn’t ready to lose him yet.
Isla walked out of the bathroom, her soft frame wrapped in a white, fluffy bathrobe. She came up behind him, sliding her arms around his waist. That small gesture gave him a moment of calm–just enough for him to
breathe.
The call connected. Gabriel’s voice trembled slightly. “Father p>
His father’s voice came through, steady but serious. “Don’t panic, son, but we have a problem. Meet me at the Apex Bureau p>
Gabriel frowned. “Apex Bureau p>
Isla’s hands slipped from his waist as she stepped around to face him. His free hand found her hip, grounding himself in her presence.
“Father, what’s going on? Why are you at the police station this late? You should be resting p>
“It’s Wyatt,” his father said, exhaling audibly. “We just left the hospital. But—” This text is hosted at
“Hospital?” Gabriel cut in, his pulse racing. “What are you saying p>
His father’s voice grew heavier. “Sia caught him cheating. Things got ugly. She attacked the woman he was
seeing with help from Delphine and Mia. It was bad, Gabriel. Really bad. Please, I need you here. This is more than I can handle p>
Gabriel closed his eyes briefly and ran a hand through his wet hair. “I’ll be there soon,” he said firmly before ending the call.
When his tired gaze met Isla’s, she instantly saw the worry in his eyes.
“What happened?” she asked softly.
He exhaled deeply and stepped back. “There was a fight… Sia, Mia, and Delphine. They assaulted a woman Wyatt was seeing. We’re going to the police station. Get dressed p>
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Funny how fast news travels these days, especially in a world where social media rules everything.
In a matter of a few hours, the fight had already gone viral. Every major platform was flooded with videos of Delphine and the Wyndham daughters–in–law attacking a woman in Tasha’s Garden.
The footage was brutal. The comments were worse p>
And to make matters more complicated, the woman they attacked turned out to be from a wealthy and powerful family too. And now, they were pressing charges.
The clip spread like wildfire across Im, Fk, T k, and every gossip site imaginable.
Isla sat quietly in the car, waiting for Gabriel. He had asked her to stay in the car after seeing dozens of the press outside the station. Her hands rested on her lap, but her eyes were glued to her phone, following every new post, every update, and every comment.
Deep down, she felt an odd sense of relief. It was as if someone, somewhere, was finally fighting on her behalf- and she couldn’t deny that she was grateful.
Outside the station. The press still gathered in dozens, microphones and cameras flashing in every direction. They had found their next big story.
Isla looked through the car window just in time to see a middle aged man woman step out of the police station, and was immediately swarmed by reporters. Cameras surrounded them, questions flying from every corner.
Her stomach turned. She could already see the headlines forming in her mind.
This was going to be bad.
And if this news reached Alfred Wyndham… it could cause more damage to his already fragile condition. And his weak health wouldn’t withstand a scandal like this.
Right now, Isla’s only concern was to stop this news from ever getting to the old man.
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