Who could be calling her at this hour?
“Hello?” Natalie’s voice was soft, laced with a weariness that was pulling her toward sleep.
“Ms. Sanders, it’s me. Mr. Griffith is having a severe stomach flare-up. I… what should I do?” Sean’s panicked voice came through the line.
Natalie knew all about Sebastian’s stomach problems. He had just been getting better, but lately, he’d thrown himself back into his work, eating irregularly and skipping meals until the old ailment had returned with a vengeance.
She had blocked Sebastian’s number long ago.
She never thought the poor bastard would have a reason to come crawling back to her.
But she wouldn’t take it out on Sean.
“Sean, go to the room I used to stay in. In the second drawer of the nightstand, there’s a medicine box. Get it and open it up. Everything your boss usually needs is in there.”
“There’s stomach medication, pills for his leg pain, and eye drops. If he’s been straining his eyes, use the pink eye drops. I packaged them into daily doses, so he just needs one vial a day.”
Sean was thrilled. Ms. Sanders still cared so much for him. “Okay, okay! Ms. Sanders, when are you coming back?”
Natalie fell silent.
What was wrong with Sean? How could he still not understand the situation?
She was divorced. She wasn't ever going back.
“Sean, your boss and I are divorced. I’m not coming back. From now on, you’ll have to be the one to take good care of him.”
With that, Natalie hung up.
She wanted revenge, but she knew she was no match for Sebastian right now. She had to keep him placated for the time being and focus on handling the Joanna situation first. An opportunity would present itself later.
She switched her phone off completely. If Sebastian was in agony, she wouldn't lose a second of sleep over it.

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