Chapter 38 He Always Spoke with Hidden Intent

Finley clutched his phone and dialed a number with no contact name. As the call hung in anticipation, Samantha appeared in his view, drenched in rainwater and holding a bowl of steaming dumplings. She hurried toward Finley, who sat in a wheelchair and looked at him with concern. "Darling, why do you look so pale? Is your stomach bothering you?"