Chapter 37 She Had to Work With Him

The ward. Immersed in the sorrow, Martha kept silent. The ward quieted down. Suddenly, steady footsteps sounded outside the door. Soon, there were some unhurried knocks. Martha looked over at the door and her pale lips parted, "Please come in." The next second, Rhys, in a black suit, walked in while holding a red rose bouquet. The two women who stayed in the ward looked surprised. Melissa's gaze swept between the man and Martha, and she thought the man seemed to pursue her best friend, but she couldn't see any excitement in Martha's aloof face. Melissa could tell Martha wasn't interested in the man. "How are you feeling now, Miss Doyle?" Rhys put the bouquet on the nightstand and sat in the chair next to the bed. Martha nodded slightly and replied indifferently, "I'm well." Looking up at him, she asked, "Has the police found the suspects?" "The two arsonists have confessed their crime." Rhys let out a snort of laughter, his eyes glimmering with a threatening light, "How bo