Abigail’s smile froze. She stared at Victor in disbelief. But he didn’t notice. His only focus was getting her to the hospital.
While waiting for her test results, he finally had a moment to return his assistant’s call.
"We’ve made enough money. Faith’s probably learned her lesson by now—take down the lingerie blind boxes tonight."
A pause.
"Oh, and Faith didn’t cry when she got home, right? If she’s still upset, buy her a few handbags to cheer her up."
The person on the other end hesitated, then stammered:
"Mr. Whytton, Ms. Paston… she—she jumped into the sea. They… they haven’t recovered the body yet."
