Chapter 268
Ronald Wright took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around him as he kept his gaze averted. His head pounded like it was about to crack open, and a sharp, needle-like pain stirred in his chest.
He looked like he’d been through hell—face pale, eyes dim. Grace Mills sat in her wheelchair watching coldly, a mocking smile on her lips. She had double-checked herself to make sure she didn’t reek of antiseptic before showing up. Her injured leg, tormented thanks to Isabella Carter, had just gotten re-bandaged.
She tried calling Ronald, but he ignored every attempt. Today though, she wasn’t planning to just walk away. If she had something to say, he was damn well going to hear it.
So she came downstairs and, right on cue, walked in just as Ronald and Jordan Bryant were throwing punches at each other. A street-style brawl between two men who clearly hated each other’s guts.
Seeing Ronald afterward, hunched and beaten down, she smirked. "Mr. Wright, I told you, didn’t I? Isabella’s g

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