Never See You Again

Maeve snatched the car keys from Sergio’s hand without saying a word. Turning to Allie, she said, “Allie, help him into the car. I’ll drive.”

“Yes, Mrs. Brooks. ”

Allie carefully supported Sergio, but as she did, Hailey grabbed Marve’s arm. “Maeve! Hold on! Where are you going?”

“To take your grandson to the hospital!”

Maeve tried to pull away, but Hailey clung to her. “Are you even going to help him? You’re just trying to make things worse! Sergio’s not going anywhere! He needs to stay here and wait for the doctor!”

Hailey hadn’t forgotten Maeve’s earlier reminder about the contract with Cecilia.

“Let go of me!” Maeve yanked her arm free.

Hailey staggered back, fuming. “Maeve! This is Brooks Manor–”

“Mrs. Brooks Senior, don’t forget that I’m still the mistress of the Brooks family! This is my house, and if you don’t want your grandson’s hand paralyzed, you’d better not stop me! Otherwise, you won’t be able to handle the consequences!”

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“Allie! You don’t need to help him anymore. Send Mrs. Brooks Senior back to rest!”

Maeve’s commanding presence left Halley speechless. She remembered Maeve as timid and vulnerable, but now she had become sharp–tongued and

assertive.

Once Allie had taken Hailey away, Maeve turned to Sergio, “I’ll drive. You’ll need to get in the car yourself.”

Sergio responded softly, “Alright.”

As Maeve drove out of the garage, Sergio’s bandaged arm was already stained with blood.

Maeve got out and opened the car door for him. Seeing his hesitation, Maeve said, “Sit in the back. It’ll be easier to fasten your seatbelt there.”

“Okay.” Sergio’s voice was subdued. The pain in his arm was nothing compared to the ache in his chest.

As Maeve drove, Sergio noticed she was driving much faster than usual. From where he sat, he could only see her profile.

Her hair was loose, and she looked intensely focused, her eyes darting to the rearview mirror. When a car got in her way, she honked relentlessly.

Sergio tried to catch a glimpse of worry in her eyes, hoping for some sign that she cared about him. Finally, he said, “Don’t rush. I’m not going to die.”

“Even if you are, don’t die in my car. I don’t want to explain that to the police.” With that, Marve honked twice more.

Sergio was a man who always sat at the top of the heap. In her previous life, Maeve had never seen him injured or vulnerable, but in this life, she had witnessed his fall from grace more times than she cared to count.

Since when has an insignificant heiress like Cecilia been able to injure him so badly? When had Sergio ever been stabbed by an intruder?

Marve had to admit she hated Sergio, but those hardships were in the past. In this life, she wanted nothing more to do with him