Chapter 382

Calliope Godfrey couldn’t take it anymore. She yanked off her headphones, her voice tight as she turned to Bradley Wilson. “Where did this video come from?” Bradley tilted his chin subtly toward the front row of the gallery. Following his gaze, Calliope locked eyes with Conrad Hilliard—those deep, unreadable dark eyes of his. He sat casually, dressed down, yet somehow managed to stand out without even trying. Calliope felt her stomach drop. She could tell just by the background—it was the break room on the same floor where her mom had been hospitalized. And then it hit her. That day, when her mom was in the emergency room, desperately needing a blood transfusion, she had called Jonathan Godfrey in a panic. But instead of showing up, he snapped at her over the phone, saying he was “handling something important” with Rosemary Miller. So that’s what he meant by “something important.” A wave of nausea rolled over her so fast she almost doubled over right then and there. It wasn’t until the