Todos os capítulos de The Good Girl Isn't Coming Back : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The office fell silent after she closed the door behind her. I couldn't take my eyes off the door. Something wasn't right. Harden noticed my expression. "You noticed it too?" he asked quietly. I turned to him. "The fear in her eyes?" He nodded. "And the cut on her arm." "It didn't look like an accident," I repeated again I walked back to my desk, placing my hand on the stack of files she had delivered. "People don't hide injuries unless they're hiding the person who caused them." Harden folded his arms. "Or unless they're protecting someone." His words lingered in my mind. Who could frighten an employee inside my own company? I had only been back for a few hours, yet something already felt terribly wrong. There was far more happening inside Hart Global than financial fraud. I took a deep breath and sat down. "Let's see what Henry was trying so hard to hide." I opened the first file. Within seconds, my brows knitted together. Something wasn't

I picked up my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found the name I was looking for. Bright Morgan. Without hesitation, I dialed his number. The call connected on the second ring. "Mrs. Hambert," his familiar voice greeted me respectfully. A faint smile crossed my lips. "You don't have to call me Mattias' wife anymore, Bright." There was a brief silence before he answered. "My apologies, ma'am." "It's alright." I leaned back against the headboard, my eyes drifting to the stack of documents scattered across the bed. "I'm back in business." Bright chuckled softly. "I've been waiting years to hear those words." "Then get ready because I need you." "I'm listening." "I want every CCTV recording from Hart Global during the five years I was away. Every department. Every corridor. Every office. Every movement." This wasn't a request. It was an order. Bright fell silent for a moment before speaking again. "That's a lot of footage, ma'am." "I

BACKFLASH (SUMMER'S PAST) Summer's POV "Summer, honey. I looked up from my sketchbook on my lap and smiled at the familiar voice. Grandma Rose stood at the entrance of my design studio, lightly leaning on her carved mahogany stick. Age had shrivelled her legs but had never robbed her of the elegance that surrounded her. And she moved like the queen she was reputed to be, even in a simple cream dress. "You're not looking too good," she said, with concern, examining my face. "Are you okay? I smiled reassuringly. I'm okay, Grandma. I was just thinking. She slowly walked over and sat down on the couch across from me. "Thinking about what?" I flipped my sketchbook around to her. "This design. She pushed her reading glasses up her nose and took the sketchbook from me. "I was thinking of adding some delicate butterfly ornaments to these heels to make them more elegant. Grandma examined each line of the drawing closely, and then her face glowed with pride. "My little princess..." she

Two hours passed. Two hours of endless torture. The red emergency light above the entrance to the operating room was still burning, and not one doctor had emerged. I could not stay still. Every few seconds, I stood up, walked down the hallway and sat down again. Silence. Gagging. I locked my hands together and said every prayer I knew. "Please, Lord... don't take her from me." There was only Grandma left. She took me in when I was six years old, when my mother walked out of my life and never looked back. She was my safe place. My teacher. My biggest fan. If anything happened to her... How should I live? Here. Then a man's deep voice broke in on my thoughts. I glanced up. In front of me stood a tall young man in a well-cut black suit. His features were sharp but serene. His brown eyes. He gave him a small sandwich and a cup of hot coffee in a paper cup. "Eat something," he said softly. "You've been here for hours. I stared at him for a moment. I had never seen him before. But the

Dr. Kim was about to leave when a nurse ran over. “Doctor, they need you in Ward Five.” He nodded. “I’ll look into Mrs. Hart later. That's when he walked away, leaving me in the middle of the corridor, trying to take in everything I'd just heard. She was living. That was the main thing. I said the words to myself over and over again. Living. Nothing else was important. A nurse came to me quietly. “You can see her now, but only for a few minutes.” I nodded and pushed the hospital room door open gratefully. The air had a faint antiseptic smell. The heart monitor beeped in rhythmic waves in the quiet room. Grandma lay quiet on the hospital bed, tubes and machines all around her. Her head was wrapped in a thick bandage, and her right wrist had a cast on it. For the first time in my life... She looked so fragile. The woman who had built one of the country's biggest fashion empires seemed so small now under the white hospital blanket. My eyes welled with tears. I shuffled slowly to her b