The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218

The threat hung in the air. We all knew a police investigation would reveal things none of us wanted public–least of all Scarlett and my

father.

Scarlett broke first. “Please, no police,” she whispered, her earlier bravado evaporating.

I put my phone away slowly, feeling a strange new power. “Then tell me the truth.”

She remained silent, tears streaming down her face. My father moved to stand between us, physically shielding her from my questions.

I looked at him, then at her, and finally nodded. “Fine. I suggest we find a private doctor for Scarlett. Those injuries look serious.” I turned to leave, then paused at the door. “But this conversation isn’t over.”

I walked back to my room, leaving my father and Scarlett staring after me. For the first time in years, I felt something other than helplessness when facing them. I felt in control.

The next morning, I entered the dining room to find my father already seated at the head of the table, cutting into a steak with precise, angry movements. The newspaper was folded beside his plate, untouched–unusual for him, as he typically spent breakfast scanning financial news.

“Good morning,” I said, taking my usual seat.

He nodded curtly without looking up. The silence stretched between us, broken only by the soft clink of his knife against the plate.

“How is Scarlett?” I finally asked, helping myself to coffee from the silver pot on the table.

“Resting,” he replied tersely. “Dr. Reynolds came by early this morning. She’ll recover.”

“That’s good to hear,” I said, keeping my voice neutral.

“Is it?” His eyes finally met mine, sharp with accusation.

I held his gaze. “Of course. Despite what you might think, I don’t wish her harm.”

Another silence fell. I buttered a piece of toast, maintaining an outward calm that belied the tension coiling in my stomach.

“I have some business to attend to this morning,” I said vaguely, deliberately avoiding specifics. The thought of walking into Harper Group unannounced gave me a small thrill–father’s face when he saw me at the office would be worth the effort.

My father looked suspicious. “What kind of business?”

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“Just some meetings,” I replied, purposefully evasive. “Nothing that concerns you.”

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I stood, smoothing down my blouse. My father returned to cutting his steak, his silence more telling than words. Something had shifted between us, and we both knew it.

As I headed toward the stairs, I almost collided with Scarlett. She was moving slowly, one hand on the wall for support. Her face was pale,

but there was fire in her eyes when she saw me.

“Well, well,” I said softly. “You’re looking surprisingly well for someone who was at death’s door last night.”

She stiffened. “Don’t pretend you care.”

“Oh, I don’t,” I replied, dropping all pretense now that we were alone. “I’m just impressed by your resilience. It must be all that practice you get, climbing in and out of other people’s beds.”

Her face contorted with hate. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you? Using Kane to do your dirty work. But this isn’t over, Aría. I’ll make

you pay for what happened.”

I shrugged, unmoved by her threat. “Consider it karma, Scarlett. For everything you’ve stolen from me–my father’s affection, my mother’s beach house, even Ethan.” I leaned closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. “And if you try anything else, what happened last night will

seem like a gentle warning.”

I stepped around her, continuing down the stairs. Behind me, I heard her sharp intake of breath.

“You bitch,” she hissed. “You won’t get away with this.”

I didn’t bother turning around. “I already have.”

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