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This beautiful young woman looks a little older than Ashton and Imogen, don't you agree? 'I thought as much. Who else realized this lady looks a lot like Paige Grey?' 'Rest her soul, I would've thought her to be Paige Grey if I didn't attend her burial ceremony myself.' 'Oh dear, do y'all realize her death anniversary is in two days?' 'That's true. How do we explain this mystery? Few days to his first wife's death anniversary, Chairman Grey's touring the city with an exact replica of her?' 'Hmm, what if there's a lot more side stories than we all think.'

Lulu couldn't help but stir the pot. "I think it’s very likely! Didn't Xavier Grayson personally post on social media last night to clear your name? One of the photos in that post was definitely Martha." Chloe Bishop had seen the post as well. "He just doesn't want anyone forcing a 'green hat' onto his head," she remarked dryly, implying he was merely protecting his own pride as a husband. Just as the words left her mouth, Zoe J.’s car roared past them with a deafening whoosh.

I paused for a second, then quickly guessed where this was going. "What do you mean?" "He's been posting a ton of insurance stuff on his feed lately—coverage plans, wealth transfer, all analyzed like he really knows his stuff." Grayson wasn't the type to post much. In all the years I'd known him, the first thing I ever saw him post was our wedding announcement. Even on the rare occasion he posted something, he'd set it to disappear after three days. I pulled up his feed, and sure enough, it was exactly like Sophie said. In just the past two weeks, he'd put up over a dozen posts, photos and long captions both.

the salutary said to him. Grey sat on the white couch and gestured to the ceramic glass table in front of him, and the placed the medications on it, and stood there, waiting for further instructions. "You may leave." Grey finally spoke since he walked in. The salutary nodded, and walked away. Grey held his glass and stared at it, as he recalled the words when he had called him to check on Maya, as soon as he got her into his room. "What happened to her? Why did she faint?" Grey asked, trying to sound casual about the matter.

She quickly glanced at me. “Do you have her credentials? Her IDs, passport? No. And the hospital will immediately flag it as red, which means unnecessary questioning and paperwork, and guess who isn’t going to be happy and will find more reason to cut you off?” She allowed the silence to pass through, where I didn’t have to think about the person she was referring to. Grey. She passively smiled. “Yeah, Grey. And besides, it’s just high fever. If I can manage to bring it down, she will regain consciousness by morning or tomorrow midday.”

He added the last part dryly, and I was tempted to laugh, but I wanted him to marinate in dread a little longer. The time slowly ticked by as we binge-watched a couple of Grey's Anatomy episodes as well as a recently released series on N*****x. Soon it was 7 a.m. and with the look of things, none of us would be doing anything sleep-related. It's a new day already.

“I’m just saying! You’ve been through trauma! You need consolation!” Daniel, still coughing, pointed at her. “You’re banned from medical dramas.” Zara: “She watches Grey’s Anatomy like it’s a documentary.” Mira: “Because it is. Meredith Grey got attacked by a patient once. She recovered with love and a voiceover.” Rose: “She also cried in an elevator for three seasons.” Claire: “So it’s a proven method.” They all burst into laughter. Even Daniel, weak as he was, couldn’t stop laughing — hand over his chest, eyes closed, breathless.

Grey, who had always been calm or not minding the situation, spoke up, and his words as well as his voice were laced with worry. “What have I done, Gray?" I asked and fell into his grass, swallowing hard, still feeling somewhat utterly bothered. “It's okay, it will be fine. How is she doing?" Grey asked once more. “I don't know; I have no idea what's wrong with her; it's my fault; she is in the operating room; please tell me she will be fine.” I asked, and Grey nodded before tapping me slowly against my shoulders. “trivia , she is a strong woman; she would be fine.” Grey answered. Having heard him speak, I relaxed, but then it dawned on me suddenly.

My eyes were half-closed, and my mouth parted in a laugh that looked too wild, too reckless. The caption screamed across the bottom: LANI GREY CAUGHT IN HER TRUE FORM. DRUGS, DRINK, AND LIES. It was a screenshot, and I could see that the original post was made from an account with the handle; lynnieSinclair_. My heart stopped.

Chapter 26 “Death of a Family Member” POV Ayesha. I don’t answer the door. I just want to sleep. The door opens. “Hi Ayesha, I’m Doctor Gray. Athena wanted me to check you over quickly; is that all right?” “No, I don’t want to be poked and prodded.” “How about I just draw a little blood and no exam today?” “Promise.” “I promise.” Doctor Grey says. I put out my arm, and he quickly takes some blood, and I fall asleep again.