Chapter 1555:
For years, he had cultivated her with painstaking care—not to watch her stumble into a snare, but to empower her to defy the hand of fate and forge her own destiny.
Some things, however, seemed they were meant to happen.
No matter how circumstances shifted and turned, events appeared destined to follow their prescribed course.
Maybe this was meant to be.
Leland contemplated briefly before responding with measured words. “The white pieces withdraw while black advances relentlessly, threatening to command the entire board.”
Any attempt to alter the current trajectory now risked collapsing everything they had built.
Carl exhaled heavily. “Perhaps I should finally accept what cannot be changed.”
After dinner, Corrine returned to her room.
The rapping of knuckles against the door broke her reverie moments later.
“Come in.”
The door swung open to reveal Rachel once again.
“Corrine, this is…” Rachel faltered, extending the medicine with uncertain hands. Remembering Nate’s precise instructions, she quickly amended, saying, “Remember to take your medicine on time.”
Corrine’s brow furrowed as she eyed the medicine on the table. “What is this?”
Rachel studied Corrine’s puzzled expression, her gaze flickering momentarily before she fabricated an air of nonchalance. “The day before yesterday, you were burning with fever for an entire day,” she explained. “Nate grew concerned about your unstable condition, so he tasked me with delivering this medicine. Make sure you take it as prescribed.”
With that, Rachel pivoted toward the exit.
Intrigued by the vague explanation hovering in the air between them, Corrine called out, “Wait a minute!”
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Rachel, having barely turned away, masked a knowing smile before responding, “What?”
“Do you mean he tended to me for a whole day while I was feverish?” Corrine’s lips pressed into a thin line, unease rippling across her features.
Noticing Corrine’s curiosity finally breaking through her reserve, Rachel abandoned her pretense. “Nate mentioned that after you were rescued that night, you developed a high fever. His worry kept him at your bedside caring for you. He intended to provide the medicine himself after completing his business at the police station, but your early departure forced him to entrust it to me, along with instructions for its timely consumption. If there’s nothing else, I’ll head out now.”
Rachel observed Corrine’s expression before silently slipping away.
Once beyond the doorway, she withdrew her phone with practiced efficiency and composed a message to Nate.
Meanwhile, inside the room, Corrine sat transfixed, her gaze lingering on the medicine bottle as Rachel’s words echoed through the chambers of her mind. So, he hadn’t stormed off in anger but was called away by pressing matters at the police station?
Then why hadn’t he sent her a message yet?
As these questions swirled in her thoughts, her phone suddenly chimed. Corrine’s attention gravitated toward the sound. A message from Nate illuminated her screen.
“Take your medicine on time and get some rest.”
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