“Before, it was always Miss Liora who personally prepared the medicine for Madam. The relapse maybe because she’s run out. Ever since Miss Liora left, there hasn’t been any more.”
Jaxon’s patience frayed. “Just because she’s gone doesn’t mean no one else can take care of my mom.”
“But Miss Liora truly looked after her very well…”
He rubbed his temples, frustrated, and told them to call a private doctor. After a flurry of panic, the villa finally settled down. He looked up, it was already 3 a.m. Loosening his tie, he called out on instinct.
“Liora, make me a late-night snack.”
No one answered. Only then did Jaxon realize the woman who had always been there was gone.
He hadn’t even touched the last bowl of soup she made before going to prison. He had only watched as she was dragged into the police car.
He used to believe she did everything willingly for him. But now, she had broken free… and walked straight into the Montgomery family’s world.
Jaxon frowned, a dull ache blooming in his stomach.