Chapter 245


    Chapter 245 Shadowed Steps


    Sticking around?


    I blinked, my brow furrowing in confusion. “You’re gonna camp out at the police station?”


    He nodded again, his face a calm mask, but there was a shadow in his eyes as they slid away from


    me.


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    It only hit meter that I had switched into my pajamas before bedst night. I must have been tossing


    and turning all night because I could not find my jacket and all I had on was a tank top. With the


    morning rush, I had not bothered to straighten up, and one strap had made a break for it down my arm,


    leaving me pretty much half–dressed.


    Looking kind of… exposed, I realized.


    I yanked the covers up to my chin, my cheeks heating up. “You don’t need to bother, really. It’s just


    some routine investigation stuff, nothing major. You don’t have to go.”


    His lips tightened, and he did not argue, just saying, “We’ll talk after breakfast.”


    With that, he walked out of the bedroom, all business.


    I watched him go, my frown deepening. Why was he acting like it was the end of the world? We had


    been married for two years. We had been through the whole ‘you may now kiss the bride‘ and then


    some. Why the big deal over a little skin?


    Since when had he turned into Mr. Bashful?


    The thought almost made me giggle, and I felt a whole lot lighter. After freshening up and slipping into


    something less pajama–like, I headed downstairs.


    Breakfast was a fancy affair, courtesy of Mr. Zachary’s orders from some swanky eatery. Idris was at


    the table, buried in paperwork, the food untouched as if he was waiting for me. He looked up as I came


    in, shutting his folder. “I’ve got everything handled with the cops… “Isn’t thepany swamped right


    now?” I cut in.


    He stopped, a ghost of a smile on his face. “It’s under control.”


    I settled into my chair across from him, taking a deep breath. With the year winding down, how could it


    not be busy?


    I had no clue how long it would take to sort out Noah’s mess. Having him stick around and put his life


    on hold for me was not right. I looked him in the eye and said, “I’ll head to the police station myself


    later. You should get back to your own stuff. I didn’t kill anyone, and there’s no way I’m going to end up


    with a murderer’s rap.


    Idris’s eyebrows knitted together. “It’s no big deal,” he replied.


    I did not want him to waste his time and energy on my problems, and I definitely did not want to drag


    him down with me. “Idris, this is my battle,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.


    I left the rest unsaid, but he got the message. His hand froze, milk ss halfway to his lips. He fixed his


    gaze on me. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”


    Chapter 245 Shadowed Steps


    I nodded, not beating around the bush. “If it’s all the same to you, I would rather you did not get


    involved. The cops are keeping a lid on Noah’s case, and the media is still in the dark, so it shouldn’t


    touch Young Corporation.”


    His face fell, and I braced for a blow–up. Instead of reacting as I expected, he said quietly,” This isn’t


    about Young Corporation. I…”


    Before he could finish, Charles burst in, panic written all over his face. “Mr. Young, Madam Young’s


    coughing up blood. You need to see her, now!”


    “Blood?” Idris shot up from his chair, a storm of worry in his eyes. He gave me a quick look.


    “Charles will take youter. I have got to see Grandma.”


    I urged him to go. Madam Young had only just left the hospital. It seemed impossible that she could be


    sick again so soon.


    As Idris dashed away, my appetite vanished. I stood up, left the yard, and with the day slipping by, I


    decided to just walk out of the estate by myself.


    Originally, I nned to just grab any driver from the Youngs to drop me off, but Charles showed up so


    fast, already waiting by the time I stepped outside the mansion.


    “Madam,” he greeted me, “Mr. Young sent me to escort you. Where to?”


    I nodded, giving him the address of the police station.


    Once we were on the road, I could not help but ask about Madam Young’s health. Charles shook his


    head, “I’m not really sure. It could beplications from herst hospital visit. The doctors advised her


    to take it easy. The chill in Lake Citytely is tough on the elderly. She must have eaten something off


    last night as she woke up vomiting blood this morning.”


    I bit my lip, a wave of concern washing over me. My forehead tensed, a headache throbbing just


    beneath the surface. I was about to try and catch a moment’s rest when Charles floored it, the sudden


    burst of speed jolting me, “What’s going on?” I blurted out.


    Charles threw a nce at the rearview mirror. “We’re being followed.”