August's POV:Five hours earlier, August Harrington had been standing in the center of an exclusive luxury boutique in the heart of the shopping district."August? How does this look?"Winter stepped out of the fitting room, twirling slowly in an emerald gown. Her large eyes were bright, a delicate, flawless smile painted on her pink lips. She looked perfect. She looked exactly like the woman he had spent the last three and a near half years mourning.But as August looked at her, his phone vibrated.He pulled it out. Fanel’s name flashed across the screen."What is it?" August answered turning his back to the dressing room mirrors."Young Master," Fanel’s voice came through the earpiece, sounding nervous. "I came to the hospital to receive the Madam, but... she already left. The nurses said she discharged herself an hour ago."August’s brow furrowed in immediate, irrational annoyance. "Then why the hell are you calling me? She has no money. She must be at home. Go back to the
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