Theodore:
The moment I saw the footage, I completely lost it.
Before I even realized what I was doing, I had already hurled a vase at the wall.
The fact that Verity had gone through something so horrible without me even knowing made my blood boil.
I had no idea what to do.
My eyes shifted to Ragnar.
All he’d told me was that Verity had been attacked.
That was it. I’d assumed it wasn’t anything too serious, that someone had simply threatened her, because that’s exactly how Ragnar had made it sound.
Then Jaguar asked the question that mattered most.
"Did you take her to the hospital?" he asked Ragnar.
Without thinking, I walked around the couch and stopped in front of Ragnar, my hands resting on my hips.
I wasn’t trying to challenge him. I just wanted to know if Verity had been taken care of.
Ragnar let out a sigh before lighting his cigar and taking a slow puff.
"No."
The casualness in his voice made Jaguar and me exchange a glance before looking back at him.
"Why not?" I asked, my patience wearing thin.
"Because you didn’t ask me what the letter tucked into her dress said," Ragnar replied, closing the laptop with a sharp snap.
"Well, what did it say?" I asked.
It’s not like that changes anything.
I assumed the stalker had threatened Verity’s life and maybe that is why Ragnar didn’t take her to the hospital.
"There was a clear warning. If I took her to the hospital or anyone contacted the police, people would find out. Once that happened, the attacker would come after Gigi."
Ragnar fell silent.
What I couldn’t understand was that he genuinely seemed to believe he’d made the right decision.
He was actually waiting for our reaction.
"Wait. Why are you afraid of him?" I asked.
For the first time, Ragnar looked as though the conversation truly mattered.
His brows drew together as he met my gaze.
"We don’t know who the fuck this person is. I’m not going to let my ego put Gigi’s life in danger."
He didn’t look pleased that I’d questioned him.
"What about Verity?" I asked, ignoring both Jaguar and Ragnar.
I didn’t care whether they cared about Verity.
I did.
Watching her in that state had left me deeply unsettled.
It wasn’t fair.
I treated her with such care that I always thought twice before even touching her, afraid she might be uncomfortable.
Yet someone had the nerve to manhandle her, beat her, and leave her like that.
"She was fine," Ragnar said with a shrug.
"What do you mean she was fine? She looked badly beaten."
For once, Jaguar did the right thing.
Instead of blindly siding with Ragnar, he questioned him.
"Are you two really questioning me for putting Gigi above Verity?" Ragnar asked. "Did you forget? Verity isn’t as innocent as you think."
His words cut deep.
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