Chapter 725



With a shaky breath, Kallie instinctively retreated, muttering, “Miss Morgan?”

At Kallie’s words, Cara’s demeanor unexpectedly softened. Her usual harshness melted into a serene smile. “Miss Nixon, what a coincidence.”

Although Cara’s smile and softened gaze appeared comforting, an unsettling chill lingered, leaving Kallie uneasy.

“Greetings, Miss Morgan.” After a brief hesitation, Kallie quickly fabricated an excuse. “I came to pick up some medication for Calvin. I’ll be on my way unless there’s anything you need?” Kallie’s mind raced with worry. If Cara learned the real reason for her visit was to see Elma, it would surely stir up trouble.

This time, however, Cara didn’t cause a scene. She simply fixed Kallie with a deep, searching gaze.

As Kallie began to walk past her, Cara unexpectedly murmured something eerie, “Make an effort to visit Elma more frequently, or you might miss the chance to see her one day.” Kallie involuntarily turned her head toward Cara.

There was a self-satisfied air about Cara as she covered her mouth and chuckled.

Kallie detected a veiled threat in Cara’s words. She resented Cara for using Elma as leverage, but she merely replied in a cold tone, “Miss Morgan, remember, Elma is your daughter.” Cara’s smile turned meaningful, but she said nothing.

gⱯlnσν𝓮𝓁s․com holds stories for every mood Kallie tore her gaze off Cara and continued on her way. She partially expected Cara to take some action, but Cara merely observed her departure with a chilling grin.

Fortunately, the elevator doors shut, sparing Kallie from having to endure Cara’s daunting smile any longer.

Kallie had planned to text Jake a warning, only to realize she didn’t have his contact information. Perhaps it was better that way. She was determined to avoid stirring up any trouble between Cara and Jake. She feared they would pin the blame on her.

As the elevator halted on the first floor, Cara diverted her gaze. She sighed and shook her head.

Unbeknownst to Kallie, Cara clutched a fruit knife behind her back.

Kallie’s discomfort just moments before was a gut reaction to a perceived threat. It wasn’t a case of Kallie overthinking things. For an instant, Cara truly considered charging at Kallie with the knife, ending both of their lives together.

However, upon reflection, Cara dropped the idea. Such a death would be too simple for Kallie.

Cara was determined to drive Kallie into utter despair, making sure Kallie would never threaten her relationship with Jake again.

With a new plan in mind, Cara’s lips curled into a slight smile. She let the knife clatter to the floor and made her way toward Elma’s hospital ward.

Inside, Jake was sitting by Elma’s bedside, weaving a bedtime story. Elma was on the verge of falling asleep when Cara suddenly appeared in the doorway.

The unexpected entrance startled both Elma and Jake.

Jake’s forehead creased with worry, and his voice came out sharp, almost harsh. “What are you doing here?”

He scrutinized Cara from head to toe, a mix of suspicion and annoyance in his gaze. “Why are you dressed like that?”

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