Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 613

Chapter 613

This time, the bespectacled man hesitated. Sydney was right. If she died here, it would not be dismissed as a simple mistake. It would be fatal.

With the leaders of both the Sterling and Hutton families present, losing the hostage meant that none of them would leave the estate alive.

He considered it for a moment. “Aren’t you a doctor yourself? What do you need? Medicine? Supplies? I can have someone bring them.”

Letting her go was clearly not an option.

Sydney appeared to think it over, then replied evenly, “A cup of hot water and a warm coat.”

He frowned. “You have a lot of demands.”

“I can’t help it,” Sydney said. “I’m cold.”

She glanced across the empty terrace, then looked back at him. “Aren’t you cold?”

It was a winter night. No one was immune to the chill.

He hesitated again. Hot water was easy enough. Clothes were another matter. The villa had stood abandoned for years. There were no spare garments. Even the carpets had rotted away.

He signaled to a man in the hallway. “Get her a cup of hot water.”

Then he turned back, irritation sharp in his voice. “No coat. Even if there were one, a pampered young lady like you wouldn’t want me taking off mine-”

“I’ll give her mine.” A calm female voice came from the corridor.

Sydney looked up.

Diana walked over despite the attempts to stop her. She halted at the entrance to the terrace and went no farther.

“It’s just a coat,” she said evenly. “That’s acceptable, right?”

She removed her down jacket and held it out.

The bespectacled man clicked his tongue. The situation downstairs remained unresolved, and no one knew how it would end. There was no reason to offend Diana

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over a coat.

He took the jacket, checked it inside and out, then tossed it to Sydney. “Put it on.”

Sydney caught it and looked at Diana. “Thank you, Diana.”

“Ms. Hutton, the coat’s delivered. You can leave now,” the man said.

Diana did not respond. She gave a single nod and returned downstairs.

Sydney could not hear the voices below. From her vantage point, she saw only figures seated around the living room.

Julian and Raymond had their backs to her. Tristan still wore an expression of certainty.

She slipped on the coat. When her left hand slid free of the sleeve, her movement stalled for a fraction of a second.

Something felt wrong.

The hot water arrived. The bespectacled man took the glass, tested its weight, and said sharply, “Don’t try anything.”

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“It’s just a glass,” Sydney replied calmly. “What could I do? Break it and kill myself in front of you? Or kill you with it?”

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