Chased by my Ex Husband novel Chapter 51

Grace

“ What are you doing here, Grace? ” Alma blocks my way to the room Tristin is staying at.

The reception people refused to talk about his condition so I had to come up personally. But before I could go inside, Alma appeared before me and refused to step away.

“ Alma. I am here to check up— ”

“ I heard what happened. ” She says, not letting me finish.

I was about to tell her that I would check up on Tristin and then leave, but she didn’t look ready to hear any of it. She looks…different. Her eyes are not kind, and her lips are not smiling anymore.

My chest tightens. “ Ethan…didn’t cause that accident. ”

She must be angry because she thinks I am responsible for Tristin’s condition.

“ I know. ” Alma blinks calmly, surprising me.

“ Do you know who did this? ” Unconsciously, I step ahead and ask.

Alma looks down at my feet and then looks up. A cold glint flashes across her eyes but it’s gone before I can understand the reason behind it.

“ It was an accident. A drunk truck driver hit my son’s car. ” Alma whispers, and folds her arms across her chest.

In my imagination, I see the scene playing out and realize that I’m not too fond of it. I don’t like the idea of Tristin getting shocked at the sudden impact and he…

He must have been in so much pain.

I clench my fists and swallow. “ How…How is he now? ”

“ He is alive. ” The short reply comes out dismissive.

My gaze switches between the two men in black suits standing guard outside the hospital room and then towards Alma who has her eyes on me. Uncomfortably, I shift my weight from one foot to another, trying to form words but coming short.

“ I got to know why Tristin was keeping you by his side. I apologize that I got the wrong idea. ” She states, her voice still emotionless.

“ It’s okay Al— ”

“ However, I also know that you got divorced from Ethan Calder and is now no use to my son. ” She continues, disregarding what I have to say to her.

I press my lips in a thin line, a frown appearing between my brows. I don’t need to ask how she knows something that just happened a few hours ago.

“ Your sister… ” Alma trails off, emotions finally flickering across her face. Rage, agony, resentment.

“ Your sister…someone took her, I hear. ”

I don’t try to answer her this time. I know she doesn’t want me to speak, to say anything to her at all. She simply wants me to listen and understand what she has to tell me.

“ I know who has her will make sure she suffers a terrible fate. ” A muscle ticks in her jaw.

It feels like the ground beneath my feet slips, and I find my body hanging in the air, cold and numb.

“ She will suffer until she begs for death and even then, she will have to beg for a long time before she meets her end. ” Her face twists into an ugly scowl.

I stagger back, as lightning struck somewhere in the background. The noise reverberates throughout my chest, sending chills down my spine.

“ It was you? ” I utter, my voice lowering as if I am scared of someone listening to our conversation.

Alma blinks again, her face becoming a mask of indifference. “ What are you talking about? ”

Her innocence feels feigned. Her kindness from before feels like it never existed.

Alma sees the shock and doubt on my face because it makes her smile. For a second, I am wondering if am only making things up in my mind.