Chapter 38 Her Breaking Point

Did Violet Leach really say that? A surge of joy welled up in Wesley Merritt's chest, growing stronger with each heartbeat, so intense it seemed ready to brim in his eyes. The corners of his lips lifted into a faint smile—there and gone in an instant, swiftly composed. Huh? Irene Bexley blinked, staring wide-eyed at Wesley Merritt. Had she just seen him smile? Impossible! Under these circumstances, Wesley should be livid. She must have imagined it. "Send it to me," Wesley said, glancing at Irene's phone. "Oh, okay." A thrill of triumph shot through Irene. Thank goodness she'd had the presence of mind to secretly record the conversation yesterday. Violet Leach, your time in this house is coming to an end! After receiving the audio file, Wesley turned and strode upstairs. Seeing his determined steps, Irene could barely contain her anticipation of witnessing Violet's expulsion from the mansion. Wesley reached Violet's bedroom door, raised his hand to knock—then paused, lowering it slowly.