Chapter 118
Chapter Title: A Dark Twist
Sean gripped Myra’s identification card tightly in his hand, the edges digging into his palm as he sat still, seemingly unfazed by Eve’s words. Without warning, he stood up abruptly and walked out, not sparing a single glance back.
Eve watched him go, her face etched with worry. Myra, however, was waking up from her nap, feeling oddly calm and refreshed. Perhaps it was the knowledge that, at last, everything was finally settling down. The weight of her dead marriage had begun to lift, leaving her with a deep sense of relief.
In her dream, Tony was there, gazing at her with his usual tenderness. It was just a dream, she reasoned, and in dreams, there were no consequences. She could say what she wished without fear of his disappointment. She mumbled softly to herself, “Tony, I…”
Before she could finish, a loud noise interrupted her—a series of heavy footsteps racing up the stairs. The door to her room flung open, and Eve rushed in, her voice frantic.
“Myra, you need to wake up!”
Her urgency was palpable, and Myra’s sleep-fogged mind couldn’t grasp what was happening. She blinked, still groggy, and rubbed her eyes before lifting her head from the pillow.
“What’s going on, Mrs. Chase?” she asked, her voice raspy from sleep.
Her gaze drifted to the window, where the sky had darkened. Something was off.
Slowly, Myra climbed out of bed, but Eve wasn’t focused on the time or the situation. Instead, she looked at Myra with confusion, her brow furrowing.
“Who were you calling out in your dreams just now?” Eve asked, her tone hesitant.
Until this moment, Eve had been too rushed to consider any doubts, but now, her mind wandered back to the rumors she’d heard from Lyla. Her face fell, and a shadow of unease crossed her features. Despite knowing Sean’s faults and the inevitable divorce, the thought of Myra moving on with someone else—especially Tony—seemed to unsettle her more than she cared to admit.
Myra, still feeling the drowsiness from her nap, shrugged nonchalantly.
“It was work-related,” she replied, brushing off Eve’s concerns. “Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?”
Eve’s frown deepened. Myra had reminded her to wake her in thirty minutes, but the hours seemed to have slipped away unnoticed. The darkened sky outside made it clear that she had missed her chance to visit the Civil Affairs Bureau that day.
“I’ll explain later,” Eve muttered under her breath, her mind still racing. She had one purpose now: to get Myra downstairs.
“There’s someone here to see you,” she said, her voice tight.
Without waiting for a response, Eve turned and left the room, her back stiff with tension.
As Eve walked down the stairs, her thoughts swirled. If Myra had really been involved with Tony, she would be the one at fault. And, by extension, it would be her responsibility to apologize to both Eve and Sean. Everything, in Eve’s mind, would be justified if that was the case.
She suddenly recalled the conversation with Leo, how he had told her to stop meddling in Myra and Sean’s business. Divorce seemed inevitable. What Eve hadn’t known was that Leo was actually Tony Hart’s assistant. The realization sent a chill through her.
Meanwhile, Myra, still feeling a mix of frustration and unease, rushed to freshen up before heading downstairs. Her mind lingered on the sudden interruption in her day—and, more pressing, the nagging question of who could be visiting her and how they knew where she lived. She hadn’t even noticed her bag was missing until now.
When she reached the landing, Myra froze. Through the open door, she saw several uniformed cops gathered outside, their presence ominous.
“Miss Stark,” one of the officers began, his tone formal and stern. “You’re under investigation for the collapse of the Marina Bay Bridge two years ago, which resulted in several casualties. We need you to come with us.”