Chapter 818 Please Don’t Cry

Tamara wanted to ignore it at first. It wasn’t a deep wound, to begin with. It would heal fine on itself. But James insisted on patching it up, and Tamara was too tired to argue with him. After the doctor patched her up, the nurse brought in dinner. The two people sat across from each other, eating their meal quietly. Tamara avoided eye contact and kept her focus on the food, aware of James’ gaze drifting toward her from time to time. Tamara ignored him. James kept glancing at her. The only reason why Tamara was eating with him was because of that person. This piqued James’ curiosity. After dinner, Tamara sat on the couch and scrolled through her phone. James muttered faintly, “It’s getting late. Aren’t you going home to rest?” Tamara groaned, “I will.” With that, Tamara left the room. James gave his bodyguard a look. “Follow her. Make sure she doesn’t come in contact with anyone.” “Yes, Mr. Gladwell,” complied the man. … Tamara went straight home to the Moore manor. The moment she stepped through the door, her phone buzzed. Tamara pulled out her phone and saw a text from Camilla. It read, “Are you okay, Miss Moore?” Tamara replied, “I’m fine. Remember what I said. Don’t come to the hospital for the time being, and don’t look for me too.” Camilla replied, “Got it.” Tamara kept her phone and went upstairs. Once inside the study room, she took out the phone Camilla gave her and easily bypassed the password. She opened the recorder app and listened to the recording. The more she listened to it, the more her expression hardened. James was evil! He was planning to get rid of Vanessa over a stupid dress! He would even accuse her of murder! Damn it! Tamara saved the recording to her laptop. She wanted to call the cops but quickly changed her mind. All her family members’ lives were still in James’ hands. She didn’t know the situation at Nammu Bay too. She should think about her next move carefully. Now, she had to keep her cards close to her heart and wait for the right time to deal the finishing blow! Tamara saved the recording to the laptop before deleting any traces of it on the phone. She finally called it a day. At the same time, a man was calling James outside the Moore manor. “Mr. Gladwell, Miss Moore did not meet up with anyone since she came home.” James’ voice was cold and emotionless. “Get the phone from her.” “Yes,” complied the man. … The next morning. Tamara went to the hospital and went straight to the ICU. She visited her family and was somewhat relieved they were all doing fine. She then went to Old Mrs. Moore’s ward. The old woman was awake and was feeling much better after taking the antidote. She was currently sitting on the bed and reading the newspaper. “Miss Tammy,” greeted a maid. They were brought in from the manor to care for Old Mrs. Moore. They left the ward after Tamara arrived. Tamara took a seat by the bed and smiled at Old Mrs. Moore. “What are you reading about, grandma?” Old Mrs. Moore looked up from the papers and gave her an annoyed look. “Who are you calling grandma? I am your mother!” Tamara was startled, but she quickly understood what was going on. Old Mrs. Moore must have mistaken her for her mother. Old Mrs. Moore placed the newspaper on the table and removed her reading glasses. She grabbed Tamara’s hand. “Alex, how’s life in Londsville? You must have got your personality from me. You’re as stubborn as a mule—not willing to turn back once you set your mind on something.” Tamara’s nose pricked, and tears welled up in her eyes. Old Mrs. Moore immediately cooed when she saw this. “Why are you crying, Alex? Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Please stop crying, alright?”