Chapter 70
Sean’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel.
He shouldn’t have come. He knew it. And yet, here he was, standing outside his car, staring at the unconscious woman in the passenger seat.
With a sigh, he climbed into the driver’s seat and drove away.
From a café across the street, Myra watched everything.
She had convinced Estelle to leave earlier, but she had stayed behind, hoping—no, needing—to see for herself.
And there it was. Sean. Carrying Lyla out of the bar. Holding her like she meant the world to him.
A bitter smile curled at the edges of Myra’s lips.
She had finally gotten her answer.
Her fingers tightened around the café’s doorframe until her knuckles turned pale.
At Fairhill Villa, Sean dumped Lyla onto the bed, pulling out his phone. His mother had been calling him all day, and with a sigh, he finally returned her call.