He placed an insulated food jar on the coffee table. "It's soup Claudia made herself," Peter said. "I shamelessly told her I wanted to bring some for my grandmother to try, and she ladled it out for me personally."
Peter didn't stay long. He left the soup and departed.
York sat on the sofa, clad in a dark bathrobe. He stared at the food jar on the table for a long time before finally reaching out to open the lid.
A familiar aroma filled the air.
It had been so long since he'd eaten anything Claudia had made. How long had it been? Probably since Ann returned to the country. After that, Claudia had never cooked for him again.
A sharp pain twisted in his chest. With a trembling hand, York lifted the spoon and took a small sip.
It was a savory soup with corn, shrimp, and shredded chicken.
Memories flooded back, and York's eyes reddened. Claudia had never been a natural cook. After they got married, she insisted on learning because she said he had a sensitive stomach. This soup was the first dish she ever learned to make.
He remembered her serving it to him one evening after he got home from work. He had taken one bite and told her it was just okay and a waste of time, that she shouldn't bother anymore.
Only later did he find out that the bowl she had so bravely offered him was the result of a month of secret practice—it was the best batch she thought she had ever made.
Back then, he hadn't cherished it at all.
Now, the only way he could get a taste of her cooking was through someone else's lie.
York suddenly let out a bitter, self-mocking laugh. As he laughed, tears welled in his eyes.
He collapsed onto the sofa, completely drained. His stomach ached, his heart ached. He couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. He just lay there, wide awake in his pain, until dawn.
—
They jogged across the street. "Aunt Claudia, you're not very alert," Hawley said. He tried to use his smartwatch to contact his bodyguards, but the call wouldn't go through.
Claudia looked at Hawley, and her heart skipped a beat. She remembered York mentioning a difficult case Hugh had handled. After he won, the losing party had suffered massive losses. In retaliation, they had kidnapped Hugh's wife and son. The child was saved, but Hugh's wife never woke up.
Could someone be trying to get revenge on Hugh again by targeting his son?
Claudia clutched her phone. She didn't call Hugh. He was abroad right now; even if she told him, he couldn't get back in time. Real or not, it was better to be cautious.
"Hawley, come with me to the hospital first."
She led Hawley toward her car. The hospital was the closest safe place, and Gideon would know what to do.
Claudia opened the back door of the car for Hawley to get in first. But in the next second, a hand shot out from inside the car and dragged him in.

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