His only concern was Stella’s safety. Knowing she was unharmed brought a small sense of relief, and he said nothing more.
As he passed Lindsay, however, he paused, his gaze lingering on her.
Sanford’s mind churned with questions. Lindsay, still confined to a wheelchair, hadn’t received any direct orders from him in a long time.
Could she, in her desperation, have done something drastic to Stella?
But the idea seemed far-fetched. Could a woman with broken legs really possess the ability to orchestrate such an attack? Or was someone else involved-someone like Declan? After all, Declan had never hidden his malice toward Stella.
Yet, without concrete evidence, Sanford dared not jump to conclusions.
His thoughts tangled with uncertainty, he shook his head, said nothing, and quietly Left.
In the ward, Matthew stood by Stella’s bedside, his gaze softening as he looked at her frail figure. “You rest for now. I’ll handle everything,” he said gently, his voice laced with reassurance.
His eyes betrayed a mix of concern and inner conflict, torn between his protective instincts and the weight of the situation.
Stella, lying down, reached for his hand and clung to it. Her eyes brimmed with anticipation as she whispered, “Matthew, do you believe me?”
Her voice trembled, a faint quiver revealing the depth of her anxiety.
Matthew hesitated, offering no reply to her question. Instead, he offered a comforting thought. “Don’t stress too much. The police will handle it.”
His voice carried a calmness, yet his eyes hinted at inner turmoil.
Stella’s heart sank a little at his tepid reaction. She caressed her belly, pondering whether to share her pregnancy news. Deciding against it, she opted to wait until the confusion settled.
She longed for a simple resolution, keen to shield her unborn child from the current upheaval.
Weary, Stella needed to sort out her thoughts and decipher who was genuinely after her. She closed her eyes, momentarily distancing herself from Matthew.
Matthew sat quietly beside her, his face etched with conflicted emotions.
Ever since the evidence had surfaced linking Stella to Robin’s murder, he had been caught in a whirlwind of disbelief and confusion.
His faith in Stella remained firm, convinced of her innocence. Yet, the incriminating evidence was hard to ignore, leaving him torn between trust and the undeniable facts.
As Stella’s breathing evened out, indicating she had drifted to sleep, Matthew stood and quietly left the hospital room.
The door’s soft click marked Stella’s awakening. Her eyes opened, alight with determination. She was resolved to uncover the truth behind the mysterious reappearance of the pen-a key piece of evidence.
Her thoughts focused on her child’s safety, vowing to protect herself and her baby at all costs.
Outside in the hallway, Neville and Cordell approached Matthew with worried expressions.
“Matthew, what’s your plan now?” Neville asked, urgency lacing his voice.