“Hey, don’t be so harsh. I heard she had to get an artificial heart five years ago to save her mom. She’s been sick ever since. Of course, she looks a little worn out.”
“Yeah, she got dumped by his ex-fiancé, stabbed in the back by her best friend, lost her mom, ended up looking like this, and somehow, she still managed to marry a man like Mr. Bondi—a total wife-worshipper. I guess you could say her suffering finally paid off.”
‘Paid off?’
Sue’s phone rang again. It was a familiar number.
She picked it up, saying, “Professor, I’ve made up my mind. I’ll come see you in a week.”
Margie Hyndman, who had been bracing for another rejection, was overjoyed. “Really? You’re finally willing to leave that man of yours and join me as a lawyer for Doctors Without Borders? If you say yes, there’s no backing out!”
“Yeah, I won’t change my mind.”
Afraid she might, Margie immediately booked her a flight for a week later.
[Ticket’s booked. Everything’s ready for you. Don’t you dare chicken out this time!]
[I won’t.]
At that moment, a sleek Maybach pulled up beside her.
“Sue, the housekeeper said you left last night. Where did you go?”
Irwin’s concern seemed genuine. He even draped a coat over her shoulders.