A slow, dark smile spread across my face. Satisfaction glimmered in my eyes as I read it.
'Rory… enjoy the hell I'm about to bring you,' I said inwardly.
Right then, I put the phone away and drove her car back home.
...
In the following days, Rory underwent treatment at the hospital, while I cleaned up all unnecessary remnants at home.
It was during that time that the maid approached, holding something rough and worn in her hands, hesitating before she asked,
"Sir, do you still need this rag?"
The 'rag' in question was the scarf Jesse had painstakingly knitted for Rory.
When he had given it to her, she had returned home, a soft smile tugging at her lips, carefully placing it in her study drawer as if it were a treasure.
"Burn it," I said, my gaze drifting to the wedding photos that still hung in the living room.
"Burn all of it."
The housekeeper hesitated, confusion flickering across her face, but she knew her boundaries. She nodded and carefully removed every framed wedding photo from the shelves.
At that moment, my phone buzzed again.
[Sir, Rory will be discharged tomorrow.]
Perfect.
The show was about to begin.
...
The next day, Rory was wheeled back into the house by Jesse.