Ivy’s eyes widened in shock, as the news of his death sank in. She covered her lips with her palm as she exhaled in grief. “How… how did it happen,” she asked, her voice slightly quaked. “But his condition was stable when we left him at the hospital.”
Zack was unable to respond. He opened the door and gestured for her to get in.
They settled in the back seat, and the car went silent as they processed the weight of the shocking news.
Zack’s worry resurfaced, his mind raced, internally scrutinizing the cause of Edmond’s sudden death. He suspected foul play, because he was always updated on Edmond’s condition. Bryan told him a day ago there were positive signs indicating he was approaching consciousness, so why did he die all of a sudden? If his intuitions were right, then Ivy needed tighter security. He feared the worst might happen. It was awfully clear the perpetrator was a dangerous person and not afraid to add more crimes to their record.
The more he thought of this, the more he felt remorse for not ensuring Edmond’s safety. He felt he should have stationed security to watch over him the moment he suspected something was wrong. The fortunate escape from an accident after leaving the hospital should have made him realize sooner the level of threat looming in the shadows.
‘Shit,’ he cursed silently. He had never felt this frustrated in his life. Guilt washed over him, and the fear of impending danger fueled his resolve to protect the woman by his side. The one he had learned to treasure, and he inwardly vowed to protect her until the end of this threatening situation.
He sighed deeply, glancing at Ivy, who was lost in her thoughts. She was still feeling the impact of the news; so many speculations were flowing through her mind at the moment. Her intuitions were becoming stronger the more she grieved. What if Edmond was also a target for the perpetrator? But what reasons would they have to target him to the extent of getting rid of him? It pained her that Edmond was implicated in her own troubles. Though it was his job as her bodyguard, she still felt he didn’t deserve to die at the hands of people with a vendetta against her. Her curiosity increased, and she wanted to implore the real mastermind among her suspects.
She took a deep breath to compose herself, looking out the window. The air around them was somber, filled with fear of the unknown.
Zack snapped out of his thoughts and dialed Bryan’s number. He wanted to delve deeper into the situation to see if his intuition was justifiable.
“Did the doctor state the reason for his death?” He asked with a serious tone.
“Well, he said there was an unexpected complication. He also said he is still investigating the circumstances surrounding his death,” Bryan’s reply only strengthened his intuition.
“Bryan, pressure the doctor to explain honestly. I suspect something is wrong. Since he said he is still investigating, he must think it isn’t a normal death.”
“I’ll do just that,” Bryan replied firmly before the call ended.
“I thought so too,” Ivy finally spoke up after listening to their conversation. “He was getting better right before this happened.”
“Yes, the doctor’s unclear report on the cause of his death makes me strongly believe so,” Zack said, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular. The situation was more intense than he initially thought. A few days ago, it was Isabelle, and now Edmond. The magnitude of the situation was palpable.
“I don’t know who among the two of them will be behind this, or maybe it’s someone else… Am I missing something cause I don’t know what to think anymore,” Ivy vented in frustration.
Zack wrapped one arm around her shoulder, his eyes locking on her in a comforting gaze.
“Wifey, we will get through this, okay?”
As much as her heart kept telling her that, she couldn’t help but worry a bit. She sighed softly, leaning on his shoulder. She was getting used to this proximity. It seemed he had become her source of comfort, and she rode along the affectionate embrace.
They remained in the pleasant embrace until they reached their place of residence.
Louis, the driver, got out and opened the door to the back seat. While they both descended the car, a vehicle halted some distance away from the penthouse.
The same man from before took out his binoculars and squinted his eye through the glass, closely watching the couple. A smirk played on his lips as he focused more on Ivy.
“It’s done, but your next plan will be a little hard. I can’t seem to find a way in with the tight security and all that stuff,” he told the caller through his earpod, his gaze still fixed solely on Ivy.
“Don’t rush it; take your time. When you find an opening, get it done flawlessly,” the caller instructed.
When the couple was out of sight, the man casually tossed the binoculars to the backseat. His eyes narrowed slightly as an idea popped up in his head. “How about you get me an apartment in that luxurious penthouse, huh? It will make things a lot easier.”
The caller went silent briefly before responding. “Fine, don’t mess things up. Leave no trails as always,” he warned sternly before the call disconnected.
The whistler seemed glad he would get to live in an upscale apartment. He made a few phone calls before disappearing from the premises.