"Please, calm down and go rest for a bit. How can the doctors do their best to save her with you screaming in here?"
"Okay, okay, I'll leave now." The maid's face was streaked with tears. As she passed Ashley Bowen, she covered her mouth and shot her a look, but said nothing.
This maid had cared for Ashley for some time, but now, the look in her eyes held none of its previous kindness. Instead, there was a hint of loathing.
And Ashley knew why better than anyone.
The fire at the house, Elise Tate's severe burns... it probably wasn't an accident.
'Elise, oh, Elise, why couldn't you have trusted me a little more? Did you really think I would do what you wanted and get back together with Jenson?'
Ashley Bowen clutched at her chest. Her heart ached, a pain so sharp she could hardly bear it.
And at that moment, the first face that appeared in her mind was his—cold and impossibly cool.
How she longed to lean on his shoulder.
"You should sit down and rest."
