“I’m telling you, nothing ever happened between us.” Maynard pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice turning cold with frustration. “Briony, I know you don’t think highly of me, but do you really see me as that kind of person?”
Briony pressed her lips together. That wasn’t what she meant at all. She just had a gut feeling that there was more to the story between him and Xenia, that at least one of them was hiding something. But with Maynard’s firm denial, she couldn’t push it any further. And with Xenia unconscious, there was nothing more she could say.
“Since you’re so concerned about her, she’s all yours. I was just looking for a way out of this mess anyway!” Maynard shoved a handful of hospital bills into Briony’s hands. “From now on, you can take care of her. I’m done.”
Briony took the bills. “You can’t just—”
“I’m leaving,” Maynard cut her off with a wave, and then he was gone. He really just walked away.
Briony stared at his retreating back, her brow furrowed in disbelief. Stewart gently took the bills from her hand. “I’ll handle this.”
She turned to look at him.
“Xenia is a rational and strong-willed person,” he said. “She’s not impulsive. There’s no way she would just abandon Neonova Syndicate and Vernon. I think she must have already made arrangements.”
Briony took a moment to process his words. “You mean, she already wrote a will?”
“Yes,” Stewart confirmed. “I need to go to the Cooper estate to check on Vernon first. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Why would I mind?” Briony wasn’t that petty. “You should go. I’ll arrange things here at the hospital.”
“Okay.”


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