Chapter 385


    Chase furrowed his brow, looking at her incredulously. "The guy''s a vegetable, and you''re crying a


    Amanda? It''s not like he''s your husband. Anyone would think you two had a fling or something." His


    words carried a tang of jealousy.


    Sasha, fuming, couldn''t help but kick him again. "Chase, would it kill you to shut up? With a mouth


    that''s just begging for a punch, how are you still alive? Howe no one''s knocked you out yet?"


    Chase''sugh was devilishly charming. "If I were dead, who''d be around to rile you up? Wouldn''t


    you miss that?"


    Sasha felt like she was about to cough up blood. She was convinced she and this infuriating man


    were destined to be at odds.


    She shot Chase a re and scoffed dismissively. "My brain''s not waterlogged. Why would I waste


    my sympathy on you?"


    With that, she walked over to ra, taking her hand. "ra, you just rx. I''ll y my part to the


    hilt and make sure those bad apples buy the whole act."


    Sasha wasn''t just talking big. As soon as she left the hospital room, her previously calm face was


    streaked with tears. Walking andmenting, she said, "Why does ra have to have it so rough?


    Just when they finally got together, Ian ends up like this. What if he neveres to? ra might


    end up a widow for life."


    Chase, watching her get into character so quickly, couldn''t help but find it amusing. But he yed


    along, his face mirroring a look of sorrow. "Don''t worry. I''ll get Ian the best doctors and make sure


    hees around. Not for the Hayes family''s sake - just for ra. Isn''t that enough?"


    "But his brain''s practically gone. Even a miracle worker couldn''t save him now."


    "In that case, we''ll just have to clutch at straws. As long as there''s a sliver of hope, we''ve got to try."


    They continued their conversation as they stepped into the elevator, unaware that a janitor had


    been eavesdropping the whole time.


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    Before long, the news reached the man in the suburban mansion. A sly smile spread across his


    face. "You sure about this?"


    "Boss, I swear it''s the truth. The Hayes family''s beening to visit non-stop, each leaving in


    tears."


    The man''s eyes narrowed slightly. "Find a way to get a look inside. I''m worried there''s a trick to


    this."


    His assistant spoke with caution. "Boss, Crimson Manor''s a wreck. How could Ian have survived?


    We''re lucky to have a body to bury at all. We can finally move on to the next phase of our n."


    "Can''t afford to be careless. Ian''s not someone to be underestimated. Send Leonora in to probe


    around."


    "Understood."


    Sasha and Chase got into the car, her tears still flowing.


    Chase caught a glimpse of her andughed with a roguish charm, forgetting his earlier solemnity.


    "Alright, cut it out. The show''s over now, and there''s no audience here. Why the endless


    waterworks? Are an actor''s tears really that cheap?"


    Chase''s words instantly reminded Sasha of the time he had suspected her of being pregnant,


    looking at her profession through prejudiced eyes. She couldn''t believe how much he despised her


    line of work. Not only did he misjudge her personal life, but he also looked down on her profession.


    Without even bothering to wipe her tears, Sasha red at Chase with a fiery fury. "Chase, if you


    despise what I do so much, you don''t have to demean yourself by driving me home. I can take a


    cab. No need for your charity!" She got out of the car and hobbled toward the hospital exit.


    Chase cursed under his breath and smacked his lips in frustration. He was about to drive after


    Sasha when his path was blocked, and a soft, honeyed voice reached his ears. "Hey, could you


    give me a lift? My car''s broken down."