Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 644

That made sense.

This was not Brimcrest. News would reach the Sterlings faster than the Huttons in Jouleston.

Raymond kept his tone steady. "Don't let her contact your father again."

They continued to say "your father" back and forth, and neither acknowledged him.

James agreed without hesitation. "Sure. That won't be too difficult."

Theodore had always favored Megan. Even if she had committed murder, a few tears might have persuaded him to help bury the body.

Although his authority had been stripped, the Hutton name still carried weight. Out of respect for the family, people would continue to show him deference.

That alone made Megan harder to track down.

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In an unremarkable villa compound somewhere in Jouleston, Megan sat on a sofa in rumpled clothes. She clutched a trash can and vomited until bile scorched her throat.

After a long while, she steadied herself and looked up at the man seated across from her. "You were the one who had that nurse pass me the message?"

Her original plan had been simple. She would use Theodore to delay sentencing.

She had not expected a nurse to slip her a single sentence during a routine blood draw at the hospital.

She followed the instruction and escaped. She escaped among the dead.

The man before her had arranged for her to hide in the morgue and be transported out with a corpse. She did not know how long the body had been there. The stench clung to her skin no matter how many times she scrubbed it. Even the memory made her stomach lurch.

Tristan regarded her as though she were already dead. "You could say that."

Her quick response caught him off guard. He had assumed she was nothing more than an ornament. It seemed there was at least some intelligence behind that face.

When he did not deny it, Megan let out a sudden laugh. "Sydney really does have a lot of enemies."

Fortune had always favored that woman: good birth and a good man. Unfortunately, she might not live long enough to enjoy either.

Tristan frowned but offered no explanation.

"Ten days," he said flatly. "I want results."

"Now?" Her frown deepened. "Impossible. She just went through an incident. Julian and the Huttons will guard her closely. No one could pull it off."

She had not crawled out from among corpses only to die again.

"Fine." Tristan picked up the phone from the coffee table and dialed three numbers without pause. "Hello? Is this the police?"