No matter what he said, it would only lead Hank Clegg to more speculation and misunderstanding.
So, silence is golden.
Mason Ross knew how stubborn Hank Clegg was, and how he only trusted his own judgment. Hence, he hoped that Clegg would gradually unravel the truth step by step.
That night, Clegg slept on an accompanying bed in the hospital ward, staring at the ceiling in deep contemplation.
Not far away, Victoria's even breathing filled the air, giving the ward a sweet scent.
This scent was addictive, and Clegg knew he had to resist it.
He closed his eyes, adjusting his breathing, trying to ignore the clamor within his heart.
Outside the ward, in the corridor, someone was stumbling and running, breathing heavily with a sense of horror...
Who was it?
Who was running for their life?
Clegg sat up.
He glanced at the bed next to him.
With a single look, he was shocked to find that Victoria Talkington was gone from her bed.
When did she leave?
How come he didn't notice?
