The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 327

Chapter 327

Victoria’s expression changed, a flicker of something like fear crossing her face before she composed herself, “I have my resources.”

“No,” I pressed, sensing hesitation, “Someone with your background wouldn’t have access to those kinds of chemicals. Who gave them to

you?

She licked her lips nervously, “That’s not important,”

“Tell me!‘

Victoria’s eyes narrowed, something almost like triumph flickering in them. “Where do you think I got such rare heavy metals? I had no connections, no way to access something like that,” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “But your father did,”

The room tilted around me, I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself, bile rising in my throat. “You’re lying.”

“Am I?” Victoria’s smile was thin, victorious. “Why don’t you ask him who supplied the special tea blend I gave your mother? Ask him about the ‘herbal supplements‘ he insisted would help with her stress.”

I stumbled backward, nearly colliding with Devon. My father–the man who had held my hand at my mother’s funeral, who had wept openly as her casket was lowered into the ground–had helped poison her?

“We’re done here,” Devon’s voice came from somewhere far away.

I turned and fled the room, barely aware of where I was going. I found myself in an adjacent bathroom, slamming the door behind me. My hands shook violently as I turned on the cold water, splashing it over my face without regard for my makeup. I plunged my whole face under the stream, holding my breath until my lungs burned.

When I finally looked up, water dripping from my chin, the woman in the mirror was a stranger. Her eyes were wild, her mascara running in dark rivulets down her cheeks. But the shape of her eyes, the curve of her lips–they were my mother’s. Elizabeth Harper’s features stared back at me from my own face.

A sob tore from my throat, followed by another. I gripped the edges of the sink, my knuckles turning white as the grief I’d kept carefully contained for four years finally broke free. My legs gave way, and I slid down to the cold tile floor, hugging my knees to my chest.

I don’t know how long I sat there before the door opened. Devon stepped inside, closing it quietly behind him. Without a word, he lowered himself to the floor beside me, his expensive suit touching the wet tiles.

“He helped kill her,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “My own father… how could he do that to her? To my mother…” The sobs came harder now, shaking my entire body,

Devon reached out, pulling me against his chest. I should have resisted–should have maintained some dignity–but I was too shattered to care. I clung to his shirt, soaking it with tears and water from my face.

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Chapter 327

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his hand stroking my back.

The sobs gradually subsided, but then something strange happened. As I tried to catch my body issued Mortified, I tried to pull away, but Devon held me firmly.

“I’m sorry,” I managed between hiccups. “I can’t–hic–stop.”

A ghost of a smile touched Devon’s lips. I know how to cure hiccups.”

Before I could ask what he meant, he gently tilted my chin up and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was different for d demanding or possessive, but tender. Gentle. When he finally pulled away, I realized the hiccups had stopped.

“Kane family remedy,” he said softly, his thumb brushing away a lingering tear. One of a kind, excely for W. Harpen

A knock at the door broke the moment. “Sir, Lucas called. “We have a situation. The subject is unconadas

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