Chapter 396

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He softly clicked the door shut behind him. “What’s the situation?” he inquired, his voice calm and controlled. He had ordered that Fernanda be detained and interrogated to uncover the events of that fateful night.
“Fernanda finally let it all out, confessing every last detail,” the assistant informed him. “Apparently, Gorman’s interest in your wife has morphed into something disturbingly obsessive. He went to Fernanda a few days back, promising to free Huntley if she helped him sow discord between you and your wife, hoping it would lead to a divorce.”
The assistant paused, the weight of the next revelation hanging in the air. “However, it seems Gorman is still in the dark about who you really are.”
Fernanda’s confession painted a clear picture—Gorman thought Linsey would be his for the taking, believing Collin was nothing more than the crippled failure that Grester’s rumors made him out to be.
A deep crease formed on Collin’s brow. “If he’s not after Linsey because of me, then what’s his deal?”
In a sudden burst of realization, the assistant gasped, breaking the tense silence. “Mr. Riley, could it be that the woman Gorman has been tirelessly seeking… is your wife? His obsession has been unyielding, and if she’s the one, he won’t back down easily.”
Collin’s expression grew stormier, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place in the most unsettling way. It turned out Linsey was the exact woman Gorman had been looking for all this time.
“I don’t care what it takes—I’m going to make that bastard Gorman pay for every damn thing he’s done!” Collin declared firmly.
Other things could burn for all he cared. Linsey’s safety was the only thing on his mind.
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As time slipped by, Linsey was violently torn from the grip of a horrifying nightmare. Her eyes snapped open, the dilated pupils quivering as they struggled to adjust. After a breathless moment, her gaze finally steadied on the stark white ceiling above.
Confusion clouded her mind, her pulse racing. Where on earth was she?
A wave of confusion washed over Linsey, quickly followed by an overwhelming sense of fear—the kind that only the unknown could bring. Her lips trembled as she whispered, barely audible, “Collin…”
Having just emerged from a long, dark blur of unconsciousness, her voice was fragile, like a breath caught in the wind. Yet, even from the doorway, Collin heard the faintest sound. Without a second thought, he rushed to her side. “Linsey.”
As he reached her bedside and saw she was conscious, a spark of joy flickered in his eyes—fleeting but unmistakable.
“Collin!”
Linsey’s eyes filled with tears. Without hesitation, she stretched her arms toward him, craving his touch, his comfort. Collin didn’t hesitate. His strong hands gently lifted her, pulling her into his arms.
The moment she settled against him, quiet sobs escaped her, breaking free. It was only in his embrace that Linsey finally allowed herself to release the fear she had been holding in for so long.
“Collin, I was so frightened… honestly, I was terrified!” Her voice cracked, the sobs making her words barely audible. But Collin understood her in ways words couldn’t capture. His gaze softened as he lowered it, his hand moving tenderly over her fragile back, his warmth a quiet comfort.
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