Cynthia Lynwood clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, but she didn't even notice.
"You’re not in good health. You should stay out of these things," Aaron said sharply, glaring at Matthew. "And you, as her doctor, should know better than to let just anyone see her."
Matthew's expression shifted, and he bowed his head. "Yes, Mr. Vance."
"Go home." Aaron dismissed him with a cold command.
Matthew glanced at Cynthia Lynwood, whose face was full of defiance, then crouched to help her up. "Cynthia, let's go."
"Wait a minute!" Cynthia's voice cracked as she called out to Aaron, who was already halfway up the stairs.
"Aaron, I... I've been back for so long, but I haven't had the chance to visit Serena. I must have caused her a lot of inconvenience since I arrived. I'd like to thank her in person, is that alright?"
Aaron rubbed his forehead. Just thinking about Serena’s lifeless expression made his head throb. Yet, he knew Serena might not believe his words. But maybe, coming from an outsider like Cynthia, she might listen. He nodded, granting permission.
Cynthia's eyes lit up, though she quickly lowered her head to hide the malice in them.
They headed upstairs, and Cynthia knocked on Serena's bedroom door. But there was no answer.
Matthew frowned in irritation. "Cynthia, let’s go. In the end, it’s Serena who’s being petty. Just because someone called her a homewrecker, does she really need to push the Mitchell family to bankruptcy? I've never seen a more unreasonable woman..."
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