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Tried 459

    <b>Chapter </b>459


    <b>At </b><b>Turner </b>Group, Bowen had just finished going through a document when he noticed Hugo’s name shing <b>on </b>his phone, a bit surprised by the unexpected call


    <b>“</b>Bowen, did I do something wrong<b>?</b><b>” </b><b>Hugo </b>sounded lost and frustrated after <b>his </b>falling out with Birgitte.


    He knew he still cared about Grace, but in his heart<b>, </b>she was <b>just </b><b>like </b>a little sister to him. He never thought he’d made Birgitte suffer because of her.


    Hugo couldn’t figure it out. He’d gotten to the bottom of things and tried to make things right for Birgitte. He thought it was the right thing to do Since he <b>was </b>helpless, he thought <b>Bowen </b><b>was </b>the only person he could think of to turn to.


    <b>Bowen </b>listened quietly, then let out a softugh. “You did the right thing, but did it help<b>?</b><b>” </b>


    ‘Did it help?<b>‘ </b>Hugo was stunned. He couldn’t figure out how those two things even belonged in the same sentence.


    “Let me put it another way, <b>Bowen </b><b>said</b>. “Does it matter if Grace <b>lives </b>or dies? The person you love and want to be with <b>is </b>Birgitte, not Grace.”


    <b>It </b>hit Hugo like a ton of bricks. All at once, <b>Hugo </b>realized the <b>root </b>of the conflict between him and Birgitte.


    It wasn’t about so<b>–</b>called fairness. What Birgitte wanted was for him to take a firm stand by her side when it mattered, and he had <b>never </b>shown that kind of resolve.


    “Bowen, I get it now<b>.</b>” Hugo nodded.


    “So, how’s it going?<b>” </b>Birgitte asked.


    “Hard to say,” Aubree replied, taking the water Birgitte handed <b>her</b>. “He’s mentally ill, and he won’t be held criminally responsible. At most, they’ll send him to a psychiatric hospital<b>.” </b>


    They stood outside the hospital room, murmuring.


    “I know <b>Grace </b>orchestrated this mess,” Birgitte said, her eyes shing with


    <b>anger</b>.


    “So what if he’s mentally ill?” Birgitte said through gritted teeth. “Even if they send him to a psych ward, <b>we </b>still have ways to deal with him!”


    Patrick was just a regr employee. However, he risked his life to save Birgitte. She was grateful, and that was why she couldn’t let him take the fall for nothing.


    “If it weren’t for him, we’d both be screwed,” Aubree admitted, still shaken. “No matter how capable I am, I couldn’t have handled that situation alone.


    “If we want to bring Grace to justice, we need solid evidence that shows she was behind all this!” Birgitte said.


    “There’s no rushing this,” Aubree replied. “You’ve been at the hospital all day looking after Patrick. I’ve already arranged for a care worker to take over, so go home and get some rest. This whole thing is going to blow up online, and there’ll be plenty of trouble to deal withter<b>. </b>Don’t let yourself get exhausted.” Aubree patted Birgitte on the shoulder.


    “I know,” Birgitte said. “I’ll stay a bit longer to make sure the care worker is thorough enough. After that, I’ll leave.”


    Aubree didn’t insist, just told her not <i>to </i>wear herself out.


    At Südlichen Strand, Hugo’charged through the pulle


    said, frantically blocking his way.


    halls<b>, </bpletely ignoring the staff who tried to stop


    him. “Sir, you


    can’t go


    in there!” an assistant


    added.


    “We’re in the middle of recording a show. <b>If </b>you rush in now, you’ll disrupt <b>k</b><b>!</b>” the assistant now


    As a bit of reason finally returned to him. Hugo stopped in his tracks. “Is <b>Grace </b>in there<b>?</b><b>” </b>he asked.


    <b>“</b><b>yes</b><b>, </b>she is, Sir,” the assistant replied. “<b>If </b>you’re here to see her, you can wait in the lounge. Once <b>Grace </b>finishes recording, we’ll let her know you’re


    here.


    The assistant took a good look at Hugo. He <b>was </b>well–dressed and good–looking,


    “I’ll wait here then,” Hugo said.


    but <b>she </b>cou


    couldn’t quite figure out who he was<b>. </b>


    About an hourter, the show’s shooting finally wrapped. When Grace stepped out, she spotted Hugo leaning against the wall. Her eyes sparkled with surprise and delight. “Hugo! Are you here to pick me up after work?


    “Thad ate shift today. You must have been <b>waiting </b>for a while Grace approached


    Hugo had just finished smoking a cigarette, his voice hoarse “Yeah, I guess so. <b>Are </b>you done for the day?”


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