Goodbye Jerk, Hello Mr. Perfect? のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

Katherine POVI was hesitant when I picked up my office phone and heard Greg's voice on the caller's end. After our last meeting, which Lucas found out about, I did not hear any news or get word from Greg again. Greg had been silent until now.That is why I was wary of taking his call, but when he mentioned Erin, my world stopped momentarily.Erin was in school. How did it happen that she was in St. Martin Hospital? Why was Greg, of all people, informed me about her condition when it should have been her daycare?Something is up, and I have to get to the bottom of this.But first things first.Greg asked someone to explain my daughter's condition. She introduced herself as a nurse at St. Martin Hospital. Her statement collaborated with Greg's claim, making me believe him. Two things registered in my brain at once. Greg was with Erin, and Erin was in the emergency room of the St. Martin Hospital. After getting all the pertinent details, I wasted no time after hanging up.I grabbed

Lucas POVAfter Erin’s revelations, I called Dan to arrange a meeting with Greg Combs. If he was surprised by this recent turn of events, he did not say anything.Dan had been with me since I began my business. He may not be privy to my personal feelings and thoughts on certain issues because we never discussed them. However, I am sure that he had a fairly good idea of what was going on inside my head. He knew I hated Combs. The resentment goes deep because he was there for my family when I wasn’t. But as a little child, my four-year-old daughter made me see how petty and vengeful I had been for someone who messed up but was valiantly trying to rectify his mistakes. I should have been forgiving, not maligning. When I hung up the phone, I went back to Erin’s room to find her and her mother talking in hushed voices. They were lying by the bed, on their sides, facing each other. 

Lucas POVAfter our lunch with Greg Combs, Katherine requested to come home to check on Erin with the excuse of missing our daughter, but I knew better. Katherine wanted to assure herself that Erin was safe. The trauma of almost losing her - first to her sickness, and second to the kidnapping - made her extra cautious. I understood her concern and indulged her. We got home to Erin’s enthusiastic welcome, making the creases on Kahtherine’s forehead ease up. She was relieved that her daughter was safe, but of course, being Katherine, she wouldn’t want it to become obvious. She hid the relief in one of her sermons. “Sara said you did not take your afternoon nap,” Katherine commented, bursting the happiness on Erin’s face. She pouted at the mention of the nap that she ditched. Erin pursed her lips, trying to act cute. It might have worked with me especially when she hung her head so innocently like that. Katherine was on another level altogether. While she worries about our child’

Veronica POV The elevator stopped on my floor, but my legs remained stuck to where I was. I was frozen into place by indecision. I didn't think I was ready to face my team, feeling disoriented and kind of messed up. The hesitation continued until the elevator door automatically closed to begin its downward motion, leaving me trapped inside until it stopped on Katherine's floor. Indecision took over my being, but before the door could close, I hurriedly stepped out. Surprisingly, my steps were powered by urgency as I hastily walked toward Katherine’s office. Curious gazes shot my way, but I ignored each one. My steps were determined and purposeful. "Is Katherine in her office?" My voice almost broke when I asked. Lorrie's features showed her surprise when her gaze landed on my face. I tried to school my expression, but I guess the feeling of distraught was not that easy to mask. Thank goodness Lorrie did not utter a sound. She just nodded her head in the direction of Katherine'

Veronica POVIt was closed. I realized Oliver’s office was closed when I rattled the knob and found it locked. I even pressed my ear to the door to check whether there was movement inside but heard nothing. My shoulders slumped at the realization that I missed him. I wasn't sure how long, but the locked door indicated that he had gone.Without thinking, I rode the elevator with urgency in my steps. When I reached the lobby, I went straight to the main door to exit the building. I was in a daze when I passed by the security station, and I failed to return his greeting. I was already out the door by the time it sank into my head that I ignored him, though on purpose. Everyone knew that I was not a snob and would make the extra effort when someone extended kindness. Belatedly, I turned my head around and waved a little. The guard waved back. It was the last thing I saw before someone placed something on my head, blocking my view. With my vision restricted, alarm bells began to