She Turned Her Grief Into Wings novel Chapter 96

Aiken had sent a message, but he never saw it.

During those days, Helga was the only person by his side.

So, she had touched his phone.

Caden rubbed his temples, a wave of exhaustion washing over him. "Look into it. Let me know when you find something."

"Understood."

As Aiken was leaving the office, he ran into Helga, who had just returned from her business trip. Startled for a second, he then nodded at her in greeting.

He was wondering if she had overheard what they just discussed.

"Aiken, I brought back some local treats from Yarrowdale. Take one."

Seeing her acting completely normal, without a trace of guilt on her face, Aiken nodded, thanked her, and walked away.

Watching his retreating back, the corners of Helga's lips twitched.

"Caden."

Helga walked in, placing the items in her hands in front of him. "I brought you some shortcake. Your favorite from when we were kids."

Caden looked up, his gaze falling on her with a hint of scrutiny.

"What's wrong, Caden? Why are you looking at me like that?"

He withdrew his gaze, his expression returning to normal. "How was the trip?"

She smiled softly, taking small steps past the coffee table to sit opposite him.

"It was great. Ms. Dawson took really good care of me the whole time."

Because they were investigating her involvement with Shera's father's death over the last two days, they had arranged for Helga to attend a seminar out of town.

He hadn't expected it to wrap up sooner than he anticipated.

Helga unwrapped the shortcake. Thanks to the insulated packaging, it was still slightly warm.

She grabbed a mulberry-flavored one, split it in half, and offered one piece to Caden.

"Here, your favorite flavor."

Had she changed too?

As soon as Helga left the Hayes Group building, she made a phone call.

"They've started looking into the hospital incident."

The voice on the other end was nonchalant, as if mocking her. "What, getting scared?"

She didn't reply. Her eyes scanned the pedestrians around her before she got into her car.

The sound of beer bottles clinking came through the speaker as the man spoke. "You were overseas the entire time and didn't lift a finger. What are you so afraid of?"

"As long as you don't expose yourself, it won't trace back to you."

Her brow remained furrowed, her tone icy. "As long as you don't sell me out, it won't trace back to me."

"Don't forget to wire this month's cash. As long as I stay out of trouble, you stay out of trouble. After all, my retirement depends on you."

"I know. The money will be wired on time. Don't contact me unless it's an emergency."

She hung up the phone, cast a glance through the window at the Hayes Group logo on the office building, and started the car.