Chapter 284 You Want Me to Call You Naive?
Chapter 284 You Want Me to Call You Naive?
“Call the police. Tell them we’ve got an attempted murder suspect.”
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Finn’s voice was lethal. He was ready to end this. The nanny crumpled, dropping to her knees, forehead smacking the floor in frantic bows. “Mr. Lock! I–I lost my mind! Please, let me go! I have elderly parents depending on me. I can’t survive prison!”
She was sobbing, snot and tears running down her face, stripped of all the neatposure she once carried. Pathetic, like a stray cat drenched in a downpour.
Neither Finn nor Zane flinched. They just stared coldly.
“Ah!”
She toppled over as Zane’s boot mmed her down. Her whole body trembled.
“When you tried to hurt Miss La, did you think about your parents then? Did you think about the consequences?”
Zane kicked her again, not showing a shred of sympathy.
She stared at him, wide–eyed, desperate. But outside, the rising wail of sirens
grew closer.
The door opened. The officer in charge, his chest pinned with medals, dipped his head respectfully toward Finn before gesturing.
Silver cuffs clicked around the nanny’s wrists, and she was hauled away to the car.
Her face was pale, hollow, but not frantic–not like someone whose world had just copsed.
It was as if … she’d expected this.
Finn’s gaze followed the squad car until it vanished. His lips pressed into a hard line, his eyes darker than night.
Zane muttered, seething, “She really must be insane. Pretending to be harmless while she was actually this vicious? Did her jealousy eat her alive enough for her to go after a child?”
He would’ve kept going, but one sharp look from Finn silenced him.
Evermount Vi fell quiet again. Finn didn’t head to the office. Instead, he drove straight back to the hospital where Tess and La were resting.
Chapter 284 You Want Me to Call You Naive?
“How’s recovery?”
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He stepped in smoothly, setting fresh flowers in the vase on her bedside table as if it were a habit.
Tess’s smile faded the moment she saw him. She barely nced at the bouquet before looking
away.
The air went stiff, awkward, broken only by La’s steady gulps at her bottle.
With Tess injured, she’d switched her to form for easier digestion.
Finn sat beside her, unbothered by the chill, though a sigh pressed heavily in his chest.
Her resistance had be routine.
He pulled out a chair and sat next to her.
“The one behind La’s attack–it’s been found.”
Tess’s hand stilled on the bottle. Her throat worked before she rasped, “Who?”
Just that one word sent a chill through him.
“The nanny?”
She let out <i>a </i>bitterugh, eyes snapping up to lock with his. “Do you honestly believe a nanny acted alone? That she had the guts to move against La on her own?”
Finn frowned. “What are you implying?”
“What about Nadine? Did you even look into her?”
Tess pressed, her voice cutting.
Her intensity ground against him, made his chest tighten.
She could smile for anyone else–even that judge, Lyra–but when it came to him, she looked at him like he was the enemy. He hated how much that stung.
His tone hardened. “What’s Nadine got to do with this? There’s surveince of the nanny buying medicine from outsiders. She admitted it herself–you disciplined her, she held a grudge, sheshed out. Isn’t that enough proof?
“Or tell me, Tess–what exactly do you want?”
Chapter 284 You Want Me to Call You Naive?
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Her hand froze. She looked up, and for a split second her eyes turned into ice, sharp enough to
cut.
The room dropped in temperature.
“Finn, you think a hired nanny would risk everything over some petty scolding? You want me to call you naive?”
Her stare bore into his, cold and merciless, the kind of winter chill that burns skin.
He faltered, a flicker of doubt pushing through.
<i>Is </i><i>Tess </i><i>really </i><i>that </i><i>sure</i><i>? </i>
<i>But</i>…
He clenched his fists. “I’vebed through every report, every camera. There’s nothing- nothing–that ties Nadine to this.”
Sheughed. A hard, humorless sound that echoed in the sterile room.
Then, she turned her face away, t and emotionless. “Fine. Then do me a favor, Mr. Lock- leave. I need to rest with my daughter.”
No doubt about <i>it</i>–she was kicking him out.
His jaw clenched, his face stormy as he stood.
He closed the door carefully, resisting the urge to m it–for the child’s sake. Not even a scrap of anger was allowed to slip out.
The moment the door clicked shut, Tess’s eyes
darkened.
She stared at the sterile wall, her chest twisting like a knife grinding into flesh.
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<strong>Sara Lili</strong> is a daring romance writer who turns icyndscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of d’s breathtaking cold.