The other person sucked in a sharp breath, then pressed further.
"She's this deep into depression now. Aren't you afraid she'll actually go through with it one day?"
Everard's voice turned cold, a sneer curling through every syllable.
"As long as I'm around, she won't die that easily."
...
I couldn't listen to another word. I pressed end call.
I got out of bed and changed immediately.
White-faced, I called the housekeeper. "Arrange a helicopter. I'm going back."
Vanessa Lambert's expression shifted. Hesitation flickered across her face as she tried to talk me out of it.
"Ma'am, why the sudden urge to go back?"
"Mr. Delgado specifically arranged for you to stay here. It's quiet, good for your recovery. If you're feeling restless, you could always take a walk along the beach..."
"Don't make me say it twice."
I cut him off coldly.
Seeing that I seemed genuinely angry, the butler nodded hastily.
"Of course, Mrs. Delgado. But before that, I need to inform Mr. Delgado first."
"You have ten minutes."
Five minutes later, Everard's call came through.
His voice was the same as always, dripping with tenderness.