Chapter 71

The car came to a stop.

Anna Ross pushed the door open and got out.

She walked quickly into her apartment.

She locked the door behind her.

Only then did she allow herself to relax.

She lay down on the bed.

She stared blankly at the ceiling.

The image of Adrian Sinclair confronting the client surfaced.

He had shielded her.

It was exactly like before.

Back then, he always protected her.

He never let her get hurt.

But.

Everything had changed.

He had said he hated her.

If not for her position as his Executive Assistant.

He probably would have just watched coldly.

She reminded herself not to overthink it.

But seeing him interact so closely with Sophia Roscente.

Her heart still felt heavy and uncomfortable.

A wave of bitterness washed over her.

She despised this part of herself.

She was like a ridiculous fool.

He clearly didn't care.

Yet here she was, lost in her own delusions.

She shook her head and sat up.

She walked to the dressing table mirror.

She stared at her reflection.

Anna Ross, stop these foolish thoughts.

It was doomed from the day you broke up.

Now he is him, and you are you.

There is nothing between you except work.

After this self-affirmation.

She felt a little lighter.

Her phone suddenly rang.

She picked it up.

Seeing it was her mother calling.

She answered immediately.

Her voice filled with joy.

Mom!

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

Then Howard Lowell's rough voice came through.

Are you off work?

Come back. Now.

Hearing his voice.

Anna's face instantly turned cold.

She didn't speak.

Howard's voice was icy.

What, not willing?

Anna suddenly realized something.

Her face paled.

Where's Mom?

Why do you have her phone?

She gripped the phone tightly.

Her voice trembled.

Where is my mother!?

Howard snorted coldly.

If you want to see her, get back here.

The call ended.

Anna stared at the black screen of her phone.

She didn't dare delay.

She grabbed her bag and rushed out.

Ever since she witnessed her mother being beaten last time.

She knew her mother was in constant danger.

If he dared to abuse her mother again.

She would not stand by and do nothing.

Sir, please drive faster!

Time passed.

Anna was frantic with worry.

She kept looking ahead.

The driver sighed.

Miss, this is as fast as I can go.

Any faster and we'll have an accident.

He glanced at her in the rearview mirror.

He shook his head helplessly.

He understood her urgency.

But safety was most important.

Anna checked her phone again.

She desperately wished for news that her mother was safe.

But there was nothing.

The car finally stopped.

Anna jumped out quickly.

She ran toward her house.