Chapter 963
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Distress settled deep in Linsey’s chest.
Yet beneath her worry, Linsey held onto hope. Last night’s emotional release would likely work its healing magic on Dolores.
Dolores possessed that rare resilience—the ability to gather her scattered pieces and forge ahead despite the wounds.
With rest and time to mend, Linsey felt certain her friend would emerge stronger, just as she always had.
The thought brought warmth to Linsey’s features, her lips curving in quiet optimism.
As she lingered at the dining table, the rich aroma of macaroni and cheese began threading through the air, drawing her attention. Moments later, Collin appeared from the kitchen and placed the food before her.
“This smells incredible!” Linsey’s eyes brightened. She seized her fork without ceremony, eager to eat.
Tenderness softening his striking features, Collin’s intense gaze lingered on her face.
Between savoring bites, Linsey glanced up with sudden curiosity.
“Where did the children disappear to?”
Their absence felt unusual for this hour.
Normally, Zenia and Zander would claim her attention after lunch, their laughter filling the house.
These past few days, however, Dolores’ crisis had consumed her focus, leaving little energy for anything else.
Collin replied, “Those two are practically bursting with energy today. I sent them out with the housekeeper after lunch.”
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His tone grew more reassuring as he continued, “Several of my security team went along as well. They’re thoroughly protected.”
Linsey’s shoulders relaxed with relief.
Collin’s people had never failed to keep their family safe.
The phone’s shrill interruption sliced through her peaceful meal. One glance at the caller ID drained the color from her face. Her fork clattered against the plate as she fumbled for the phone.
Collin watched her lips part to speak, only to freeze as the caller’s voice cut through whatever greeting she had prepared.
Shadows deepened across Linsey’s features as she stared downward, her voice barely above a whisper. “Of course, I understand. I’ll be there within the half-hour. Thank you for your patience.”
Something in her subdued tone set off warning bells in Collin’s mind.
A thought struck him.
The end of the call marked the death of Linsey’s appetite. Her plate sat forgotten.
When she finally looked up, her face had turned ashen. “Gorman’s parents just landed in Grester.”
Collin’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with immediate understanding. “They’re demanding a meeting?”
Linsey’s mouth formed a thin line as she gave a nod. “Thirty minutes from now.”
“I’m coming with you,” Collin said without hesitation.
Though Gorman’s death hadn’t come by their direct hand, the weight of responsibility still pressed heavily on their shoulders.
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