All Chapters of Run From the Fraud and Into True Love's Arms: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The sketch artist seemed unfazed by the bizarre description. He stood up and nodded slightly. "Mr. Redwood, I'll need to go back and properly refine this portrait.""I want to see the finished version as soon as possible." Archer nodded, then gestured for Felix to see the artist out.Sabrina lowered her gaze. "Was I not clear enough in my description?""That's not something you need to worry about," Archer replied. Looking at the guilt written across her face, Archer wanted to say something reassuring, but didn't quite know where to start. In the end, he said stiffly, "If you're not feeling well, get some sleep. You don't have to force yourself."Sabrina didn't resist. Her head throbbed—a lingering reminder that the residual effects of the drug hadn't cleared her system. She slept straight through to the next afternoon. When she opened her eyes again, the sharp scent of the hospital was masked by a faint, savory aroma. A light breeze stirred the air as the ward door opened. "

After receiving the answer, Deacon snapped, "Can you not be so impulsive next time? They're already investigating the matter, and Sabrina has been safely transferred to our hospital. I'd like to see how you plan to clean this up!"He sneered into the receiver. "Now you're asking me what to do?"Deacon shook his head. The person on the other end was utterly useless—more of a liability than an asset. After a long, icy silence, he spat out, "Sacrifice the pawn to save the king."…For the next two days, Sabrina didn't see Archer. Aside from the occasional nurse arriving to change her IV or administer medication, no one else entered her ward.That changed early the following morning. The person who pushed open the door wasn't a nurse; it was Cameron, who had been conspicuously absent for days.Uriah wasn't with him this time. Cameron wheeled himself in alone, his eyes filled with a familiar, frantic anxiety—the same look he gave whenever he worried over Katherine. "Rina, I heard you

For a fleeting second, Sabrina was certain she was dreaming. Otherwise, how could Cameron's father, Joseph Sterling, be here? He was supposed to be thousands of miles away, overseeing the family's international expansion. The former head of the Sterling family hadn't set foot in the country for years; had it not been for Abram's passing, Sabrina might never have met her father-in-law at all. Sensing the shift in the air, Susan slipped away to find Cameron in his study.The rhythmic hum of wheelchair tires soon echoed down the hallway. Because the study was soundproof, Cameron had been skeptical of Susan's panicked report. But the moment he crossed the threshold and saw the grim assembly in the bedroom, his brow furrowed.He maneuvered his wheelchair decisively, positioning himself like a shield in front of Sabrina."Grandma, Mom, why are you all here?" He turned to Joseph, his confusion deepening. "Dad, when did you return from abroad?""Whose fault could it be, if not for this

Cameron had no idea what was going through Sabrina's mind. Assuming her silence was born of fear—fear that he would alienate his family for her sake—he turned to her and offered a faint, reassuring smile."Very good! Simply wonderful!" Tina shouted, her voice trembling. She slammed her cane against the floor repeatedly, the wood cracking against the tile as she vented her fury. "I think you've completely lost your mind over this little vixen!"She raised the cane high, the intent to strike her grandson clear in her eyes. But as her gaze fell upon Cameron's motionless legs in the wheelchair, her rage tangled with a sudden, sharp heartache. She couldn't bring herself to do it.With a shuddering breath, she flung the cane to the ground. "Cameron, if you insist on keeping her—if you choose to disregard the Sterling name for this woman—then don't you dare call me your grandmother ever again!"The comfort Cameron offered Sabrina was, to Katherine, a serrated blade plunged into her heart.

Cameron's chest tightened. "Did you find out who did it?"A trace of frustration surfaced in Uriah's eyes. "I couldn't find any clues."There were no clues despite someone having died.Cameron fell silent for a moment, then gestured for Uriah to leave.The living room and dining area weren't soundproof, so Sabrina could hear most of their conversation.When she heard that the corpse's groin had been mutilated, an inexplicable chill crept up her spine. Along with it came a strange feeling she couldn't quite put into words. Cameron didn't know who it was, but Sabrina had a vague guess.Archer hadn't appeared again since leaving the hospital that day. He had even commissioned a sketch artist to draw the mastermind's likeness. Now that the mastermind was dead, there was a high chance Archer was behind it.It was just that…Why would he take such a risk?Lark City wasn't Cardington. Archer's influence here wasn't that deep yet. Wouldn't killing someone openly like that invite ser