But she hadn’t realized she’d mistaken him.
Timothea returned home, enraged and smashed a cup.
“How could such a mistake happen?”
The assistant trembled with fear.
“Ms. Johnston, it’s all my fault for not investigating thoroughly. I saw him using Bond’s phone and his face bore a resemblance to Mr. Dawson, so I assumed he was… the man in the wedding photo in your office.”
The assistant’s voice trailed off.
Timothea’s expression softened slightly. She immediately realized the assistant wasn’t to blame.
The assistant had only been hired a few years earlier and she had never met Bond, so it was normal for her to have mistaken him.
She took a deep breath, slumped in her office chair and fell into deep thought.
“Bond, what on earth are you playing? Are you deliberately keeping me hanging like this? Does it make you feel more accomplished?”
Timothea pounded her fist on the wall.
It took a long time for her to recover. “Just wait. Whether you’re dead or alive, I’ll find you and let you see for yourself—How did I abandon you, just like you abandoned me?”
It was already early morning when Timothea returned.
The lights were still on and Elmer, eyes red, sat on the sofa, waiting for her.