"They already sent someone to check," the staff had said. "Richard Stone is alive and well."
The matter was dropped just like that.
After collecting her water, Suzy lingered nearby, waiting for Leonard to come pick her up.
A figure passed by her side—then suddenly stopped.
Under the dim glow of the streetlamp, Suzy recognized her.
Julia again.
Her hair had turned dull and brittle, her lips cracked from dehydration. She stared at Suzy with an unblinking, almost predatory gaze.
Without warning, she spoke. "Looks like your family's doing pretty well."
Suzy lifted her eyes—and met the chill in Julia's.
It didn't seem like she wanted anything more than to needle her. After tossing out that line, Julia simply turned and walked away at an unhurried pace.
Suzy's brows drew together as she watched her retreating figure.
She hadn't expected that refusing her once would turn into this—being targeted, watched.
But she didn't regret it.
