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Chapter 133 After sending Philip off, Maeve got out of bed. It seemed like her ankle was twisted. There was a sharp pain in her foot the moment she stepped on the floor.
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Larry paled when he saw Maeve get out of bed. âMadam, why didnât you stay in bed?â
âI want to see Sergio.â
âMadam...â Larry wanted to say more, but he stopped.
Maeve noticed that the door to Sergioâs hospital room was left ajar, which meant someone was inside. She stepped closer and saw a white silhouette. It was Clara.
Larry blocked Maeveâs vision and said guiltily, âMadam, you should head back to your room and rest.â
Marveâs eyes darkened. Clara was there. It was no wonder why Larry didnât want her to visit Sergio.
âFine.â Maeve turned around and returned to her hospital room. She probably overthought what happened yesterday.
Clara would take care of Sergio. He didnât need Marve.
Suddenly, Maeveâs phone rang Lyraâs worried voice came from the other end of the line.
âMaeve! Why didnât you answer my calls?
âYou ghosted me for an entire day and didnât even reply to my messages. Did something happen to you?â
Maeve looked at the time. It was already afternoon.
She would usually have long chats with Lyra every day. But since she was passed out for so long, she didnât reply to Lyraâs messages. It was no surprise that Lyra was worried.
âYeah. I got in an accident.â Marve sounded exhausted.
âAn accident? Where are you? Iâll get there right away!â
Maeve gaped for a while before telling Lyra the hospitalâs address. She lied on the bed and wondered who wanted to kill her.
Since it wasnât Sharon, it must be someone else in the Scott family, Maeve thought so hard she got a headache. She massaged her forehead and went through every candidate in her mind.
Suddenly, Maeve opened her eyes. Her expression turned sullen. She thought about what happened last night.
âJust you wait! One day, Iâll kill you!â Jamesâ arrogant voice echoed in her ears.
Maeveâs face turned ashen. Was it James? She couldnât think of another person besides him. She used to think that James was just a delinquent, but she didnât expect he would commit murder.
Larry carried a a cup of hot water into the room. Maeve asked, âIs the car from the accident at the car dealership right now?
âThatâs right. We sent it to the car dealership this momingâ Larry asked, confused, âWhy do you ask?â
âCall the dealer and ask them if thereâs something wrong with the brake line.â
Larry immediately caught upon hearing her words. âAlright. Iâll ask them right away.â
Maeve watched Larry leave and slowly closed her eyes. She hoped that the culprit wasnât James. After all, he was Philipâs only son.
After a while, Larry came back and said sullenly, âThe dealer said someone cut the brake line. Should we Investigate it, Madam?
Maeveâs eyes darken. âThereâs no need for that. Youâre excused.â
âUnderstood.â
It seemed like it really was James.