"She's got foreign status, not easy to catch," Gregory shrugged dismissively, turning to Dailey. "Let it be for now. I'm going out for a bit. Once you're ready, you can finish up."
Dailey nodded in agreement.
After Gregory left the hospital room, Dailey suggested everyone head home. "It's just a stomach spasm; nothing serious."
Jayne held his hand, hesitant to speak.
Sensing her concern, Dailey assured her, "Don't worry. I've already talked it out with Christine. Even if we run into each other on the street, we'll just be strangers."
At the door, Christine hesitated, then turned to Jane, "No need to go in. He's fine."
Once in the car, Jane glanced at her. "You should stay at Elmwood Villas for a while."
"Wait until Dailey and Gregory wrap up the Sinclair family business before moving back home. The Sinclairs have deep roots, and I don't want you getting caught in the crossfire."
Christine nodded. "I've been causing you so much trouble lately."
"Come on, don't mention it."
"But this relationship of mine," Christine sighed, "it's been nothing but trouble."
Jane asked, "Did you enjoy it while it lasted?"
"Yeah, it was fun."
"Then that's what matters. Overthinking won't help."
Jane chuckled, "The most important thing in life is to be happy."
Christine laughed, wrapping an arm around Jane. "Come on, I'll treat you to a feast. Your choice."
"Anything, no matter the cost?"
"Even if it bankrupts me."
Jane feigned disbelief, knowing what was coming. "And when you're broke?"
"You'll just have to take care of me."
For a long while after, Christine didn't see Dailey. The only tidbits she got about him were from Gregory when dining with Jane and her husband.
Christine recalled her visit to the Clarksons, a shadow crossing her face. She had her part in this mess and hoped Dailey would come out unscathed.
She saw him again one day at a shop, caught in a return dispute. As she left, a shrill voice screamed, "Christine, go to hell!"
She saw something thrown her way.
In that instant, she was pulled into a warm, protective embrace. A manâs muffled grunt echoed in her ear.
The sharp stench of burning hit her nose.
"Dailey!"
Primo quickly restrained the hysterical Serena and rushed Dailey to the hospital, Christine frantically following.
Dailey had taken off his coat at the mall, wearing only a thin shirt beneath. Acid had burned a black hole through it, searing his skin.
Christine wasn't one to cry. After all she'd been through, she knew tears were futile. But now, they fell uncontrollably, huge drops rolling down her face.
Suddenly, as if sensing her presence, Dailey spoke to Primo, "Take her home."
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Christine wiped her face, stepping up to Dailey. "You got hurt saving me. I'm staying to take care of you until you're better."
Primo almost clapped in delight. His young master would be overjoyed.
But then he heard Dailey's cold response. "It wasn't to save you. It was just chance. I'd help anyone, even a stranger."
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