Harold hesitated for a brief second, then said slowly, “Is she doing everything so fast because she is leaving the country?”
The words hung in the air.
“Could it be,” Gregory continued quietly, watching Magnus’s face, “that she doesn’t plan to wait for you at all? She might already be gone before you even get home?”
The color drained from Magnus’s face.
For the first time, real panic flashed in his eyes.
Chapter 10 A Misunderstanding
The next moment, he turned sharply.
He didn’t even bother drying himself. He stormed into the changing room and threw on his clothes. His wet skin was soaking straight through the fabric. His shirt clung to his chest, buttons slipping through his trembling fingers as he fastened them in a rush.
It didn’t take him even two minutes.
His hair was still dripping, droplets falling down his jaw and onto the floor as he strode out, still buttoning the last few buttons.
“Timothy?” he barked.
Timothy was already waiting by the car, on a call with someone.
Seeing Magnus, he hung up the call, opening the door for him at once.
Then, he got into the driver’s seat, and the engine roared to life. The car shot forward, tires screeching as they sped past the gates and onto the main road.
Inside the car, the air was suffocating.
Magnus sat stiffly, his back ramrod straight, fingers digging into his thighs. His chest felt tight, almost unable to breathe. Harold’s words kept replaying in his head over and over again.
“She might already be gone before you even get home?”
His jaw tightened.
He suddenly leaned forward and snapped, “Drive faster! What the hell are you doing?”
Timothy glanced at him through the rearview mirror, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “I’m already driving at a very high speed, Mr. Graves. I can’t go faster than this. We’ll get into an accident.”
Magnus exhaled harshly, forcing himself back into the seat, though his leg kept bouncing impatiently.
Every second felt like torture.
Fortunately, they reached home soon after.
The car hadn’t even fully stopped when Magnus threw the door open and stepped out.
He had barely taken two steps toward the entrance when he froze.
Sophia was stepping out of the house, dragging a suitcase behind her toward the red car parked at the entrance.
For a second, everything inside him dropped.
The next second, rage and panic surged at once.
She bent down to lift the suitcase and place it in the trunk.
Something inside him snapped.
