Chapter 118
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The noise died down all at once, and the air turned cold and heavy
The night was sharp and silent. Gregory stood under the streetlight, his shadow stretched long across the pavement. The warm glow lit up his face. His features were too perfect to be real, as if they had been carefully sculpted by God.
But he looked incredibly icy and unapproachable.
Martin looked over at him. Gregory looked tall, composed, and proud. But at the same time, there was also a hint of loneliness about him.
Then, Martin glanced at Anathea, still curled up and crying in the back seat of the Rolls–Royce. Whatever had gone down between them clearly hadn’t ended on a good note.
Still, as Gregory’s right–hand man, it was Martin’s job to clean up the mess. Stepping toward Gregory, he said cautiously, “Mr. Sinclair, about Mrs. Sinclair…”
Gregory didn’t respond. He pulled out his phone and made a call.
A few minutes later, one of the drivers pulled over in a Bugatti Veyron. He stepped out and handed the keys to Gregory with both hands.
Martin blinked in surprise. Gregory owned plenty of luxury cars, but he rarely touched the sports cars. He only did it when he was in an extremely bad mood.
Before Martin could react, Gregory grabbed the keys and glanced toward the figure curled up in the back seat of the Rolls–Royce. With a frown, he shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it to Martin.
Then, he wordlessly got in the Bugatti and started the engine.
The roar of the engine shattered the stillness of the night as the car shot off into the distance.
Martin stood there, holding the suit jacket. As he watched the taillights disappear, he turned back to the Rolls–Royce.
Inside, Anathea was curled up with her knees to her chest, crying quietly. Her tears soaked through the hem of her clothes.
The door opened, letting in a sliver of light.
She shrank into herself even more until Martin’s voice, calm and respectful, broke the silence. “Mrs. Sinclair.”
Only then did she ease up a little.
“Mr. Sinclair already left,” Martin said, handing her a pack of tissues. “It’s late. You should go get some rest.”
Anathea slowly relaxed her arms and raised her head, hesitating when she saw Martin’s neutral, professional face.
“Don’t worry. It’s all been taken care of. No one’s outside, and Jenny’s waiting for you.”
He set the tissues on the seat and stepped away, leaving the door just slightly open.
Anathea sat there for a long moment before finally reaching for the tissues. She wiped away her tears and tugged at the collar of her shirt, which Gregory had torn earlier.
A couple of buttons had popped off, and the edge of her bra was barely hidden. There were visible marks on her shoulders and near her collarbone.
She exhaled shakily and tried to pull the collar together before stepping out of the car.
Martin had been telling the truth–Jenny was right there. She quickly stepped forward with Gregory’s suit jacket in hand and draped it over Anathea’s shoulders.
His familiar scent wrapped around her. Anathea instinctively tried to take it off, but it was the only thing covering the bruises.
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She furrowed her brows as she let Jenny button it up.
“Mr. Sinclair left this for you. He said he didn’t want you to catch a cold. He’s actually very thoughtful sometimes,” said Jenny.
Thoughtful?
Anathea’s lips tugged into a lifeless half–smile. What a joke. It wasn’t thoughtfulness, it was control and possessiveness.
But she didn’t say anything. She just turned and quietly made her way toward the villa.
Upstairs, Xander had already taken a bath and was reading picture books in his room. As soon as he heard Anathea’s footsteps, he came running out.
“Mom!” he called sweetly.
Anathea responded with a slight hum and kept walking.
“Mom, I need to talk to you,” Xander uttered, catching up and gently tugging her hand.
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