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Franklin had always known his sweet granddaughter loved painting. But until now, her drawings had only been admired by teachers, ssmates, and a few close friends.
Seeing strangers online fall in love with her work made him beam with pride. For a moment, he even forgot how he despised Ronald, happily chatting with him as though they were old friends.
Ronald, clever as ever, showed Franklin some glowingments from fans. The old man was so pleased he nearly forgot the pain that had been weighing on his chest for weeks.
Tracy stood off to the side, stunned at how quickly the two of them had warmed up to each other, almost as if she had been left out of her achievement.
She had known Ronald could talk his way through anything–that was why she had trusted him to cover for her when the police had taken her in.
But she hadn’t expected him to be so capable; he managed to charm her sharp, wise grandfather.
Still, when she saw Franklin’s rare, rxed smile, her heart softened.
Since Walter’s ident, her grandfather had always acted tough in front of her. But she could see his sorrow and the weight he carried.
His daily medication dosage had increased, and the doctors had warned them again and again that he couldn’t endure another major shock.
Because of this, Tracy had even arranged for security to stay inside the hospital room, making sure no one could take advantage of Franklin’s vulnerable state,
Not wanting to break the warm moment, Tracy quietly picked up the fruit Ronald had left on the table and went back to peeling it.
It was rare to <i>see </i>Franklin in such good spirits, so she lingered at the hospital longer than usual. She even pushed his wheelchair through the garden for a stroll before finally leaving at sunset.
Just as she stepped out of the hospital room, she turned to say something to Ronald–but her expression changed in an instant,
Sensing it, Ronald opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, but before he could, Tracy suddenly bolted past him, racing toward the far end of the hallway.
There, a man in a baseball cap and <b>mask </b>spun around at the sight of her and broke into a run,
<i>That </i><i>man</i>…
Ronald thought of something. He sprinted after them.
By the time he caught up, Tracy had already cornered the man, her face cold as ice. “What were you just taking pictures of?” she demanded.
The man looked startled. His first instinct was to deny it. “Pictures? I don’t even know you. You’ve got the wrong person.”
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He tried to brush past her, but Tracy blocked his path. “Show me your phone. If it’s a mistake, I’ll pay you for the trouble.”
Tracy was firm.
She knew without a doubt that this man had been aiming his phone at her grandfather’s hospital room.
Since it involved her grandfather, she had to get to the bottom of it–no matter the reason.
Of course, the man refused to admit anything. His voice grew sharp with anger. “I told you, you’ve got the wrong guy! Who are you to go through my phone?”
He shoved Tracy, trying to push her aside, but Tracy sidestepped smoothly.
The next instant, Ronald stepped forward and mped down on the man’s wrist. His smile was cold.
Ronald threatened, “If you’re unwilling to cooperate, then we’ll just call the cops. We can’t look through your phone, but the police can.”
Though his face was hidden beneath a cap and mask, the man’s eyes gave him away–wide with fear and
nerves<b>. </b>
Ronald let go of his wrist and reached for his phone to dial.
Panicked, the man grabbed his arm. “Wait–don’t call the police! I’ll … I’ll let you check.”
He looked back and forth between Ronald and Tracy before finally handing over his phone with a defeated sigh.
As Tracy suspected, the gallery was filled with dozens of sneakily taken photos. Almost every picture showed her pushing Franklin’s wheelchair through the garden.
Her brows tightened. Why would anyone take these<b>? </b>
She fixed him with a hard stare. “Who sent you?”
“I … “The man’s gaze darted nervously. He stammered, but no name came out.
Ronald lifted his phone again. “If you won’t say it, you can say it to the cops.”
“No, no! I’ll talk!” the man blurted, panicked now. “It was Ms. Miller–Winona Miller.”
Hearing the name didn’t surprise Tracy.
She had once cornered Winona with leverage, forcing her to leave Phoebe alone. But with Winona’s spiteful nature, Tracy knew she would hold a grudge. That was why Winona had acted out at Erin’s birthday party.
Herst scheme had failed, and Tracy had expected she wouldn’t let it go. Still, she hadn’t expected Winona to resort to hiring sonicone to follow her, especially not to get so close to her grandfather.
Tracy’s expression darkened, and the man stumbled over his words in fear. “Don’t me me<b>–</b><b>go </b><b>after </b>Ms. Miller! I’m just doing a job. Today was my first day.”
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Tracy pressed her lips together and didn’t bother answering. She deleted every photo from his phone herself, carefully checking for hidden backups.
Only after confirming nothing remained did she hand the phone back.
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