He wrapped an arm around Audrey and strode off without a backward glance.
Leaving me there on the floor.
I burst out of the banquet hall like a madwoman, sprinting through the downpour toward the hospital.
Before I even reached the entrance, I slammed into a solid chest at the corner.
"Careful."
Strong hands steadied me.
I looked up. A composed face behind gold-rimmed glasses—refined, almost scholarly. But I didn't have time to study him. I shoved against his grip.
"Move! I need to save someone!"
He didn't let go. Instead, he handed me a payment slip.
"I already covered William Sullivan's surgery fee. You can pay it back slowly."
I froze. My mind went blank.
"Who are you?"
"Scott Delgado. The lawyer who handled the Sullivan Group bankruptcy. Currently representing your creditors."
He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the rain from my face.
"Miss Sullivan, even as a debtor, there's no need to degrade yourself for trash like him."
I kept vigil at the hospital all night. By morning, William was out of danger.
When I returned to the villa the next day, it was already noon. I was still wearing the suit jacket Scott had lent me, carrying the faint scent of mint and tobacco.