“Carson, I believed you were upright and honest. A refusal meant a refusal. I even spent days trying to persuade you. But I never imagined you could be so cruel, trying to kill my son.”
A wave of helplessness crashed over me. “I swear, I really didn’t do it.”
“You didn’t?”
Primrose stepped closer, her eyes sharp and unforgiving.
“That thick needle was lodged in Alec’s head. Today, only you and Gideon held him. And you still deny it?”
“You expect me to believe it wasn’t you, then that Gideon, his own father, tried to hurt his son?”
Disappointment darkened Primrose’s gaze.
“If you can’t accept this child, then go to the mountain resort for a few days. Calm yourself.”
That very day, bodyguards escorted me away. Primrose said I could return once I’d come to my senses.
The rain poured relentlessly the day I left.
Inside the house, Primrose paced restlessly, her steps quick and nervous. Suddenly, she bit her lip, snatched an umbrella, and dashed into the storm.
“Carson, take this umbrella,” she called out.
“While I’m gone, take care of yourself. I’ll wait for the day you come back.”
I caught the familiar warmth in her eyes and smiled, but I didn’t reach for the umbrella.
“We’ll see.”