I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Grandma Sterling shook her head. “I don’t know either. It was fifty years ago, during chaotic times. Many were wrongfully accused and died.”

Grandma Sterling fell into memories, her eyes showing a touch of melancholy.

Meredith asked, “Grandma, does Uncle Reginald know? Did you explain it to him?”

If they couldn’t figure out who reported it, what was Reginald coming back for? Had thirty years passed and the resentment in his heart disappeared? Had he forgiven Grandma Sterling?

Grandma Sterling said, “I explained it to Reginald back then. I didn’t report his father. He left angrily. I thought he would calm down, but who knew it would be thirty years before he returned.”

Meredith was curious. “Did Uncle Reginald bring it up again this time?”

“No,” Grandma Sterling said. “So many years have passed; let bygones be bygones.”

Grandma Sterling didn’t want to hurt the relationship any further. Though Reginald wasn’t her biological child, she had raised him for nearly twenty years, and he was like her own son.

Meredith didn’t ask further. “Grandma, you rest now. I’m going to the hospital. Don’t worry too much about Terrence; take care of yourself.”

Grandma Sterling looked at her with loving eyes. “Alright, Meredith, thank you.”

After checking on Grandma Sterling, Meredith found Stella and instructed her to take good care of Little Lucky before heading to the hospital.

As Meredith turned at the traffic light at the villa community entrance, she coincidentally saw Damien driving by.

She caught a glimpse of him and instinctively followed him.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Damien quickly noticed Meredith following him and deliberately slowed down. When he was parallel with her car, he rolled down his window. “Mrs. Sterling, where are you going? Are we headed in the same direction?”

Meredith calmly replied, “To the hospital, same direction.”

With that, she stepped on the gas and drove past him.

Though she appeared calm on the surface, her heart was racing.

After driving a certain distance, Meredith checked the rearview mirror and saw that Damien hadn’t followed her.

Her emotions gradually calmed down as she arrived at the hospital and pushed open the ward door to find Rick already there.

Rick had wheeled himself over to see Terrence and felt deeply guilty about what had happened that night.

“Mr. Sterling, I should have driven that night. You wouldn’t have been injured like this… your eyes…”

Rick couldn’t finish his sentence, his tone filled with self-reproach. He even wished he were the one who had lost his sight.

Terrence said, “It’s all the same; they were targeting me. You focus on recovering so you can return to work. The rest isn’t your concern.”

“Rick, go back to your ward and rest,” Meredith said as she walked over. “This has nothing to do with you. Recover well and come back to help Linda at the company.”

The couple didn’t want Rick to feel too guilty and emphasized his importance to the company to make him feel needed.

Rick promised, “Alright, Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling, I’ll recover quickly and return to help at the company.”

He knew his value lay in his work at the company and that feeling guilty wouldn’t help.

Rick didn’t want to disturb them further and sensibly wheeled himself out of the room.

Meredith then sat beside Terrence and said, “Your Uncle Reginald came back today.”

“Which Uncle Reginald?” Terrence asked, not immediately recalling.

“The one who left home thirty years ago,” Meredith explained what had happened at home and mentioned running into Damien on the road.

“Uncle Reginald…” Terrence frowned slightly; he had no impression of this uncle since Reginald left before he was born.

However, the name Reginald Hawthorne coincidentally matched someone they were investigating.

But it seemed too far-fetched to connect them based solely on a name.

Meredith said, “The Damien that Uncle Reginald brought back is quite strange. I ran into him on the road just now. Who knows what he was doing out so late? He gave me a very uncomfortable feeling.”

Terrence asked, “What does he look like?”

Meredith recalled and described him: “About six feet tall, in his early twenties, short hair, dark-skinned from frequent exercise with a strong build. He wore a scarf around his neck and a silver bracelet on his wrist; he doesn’t look easy to deal with. They introduced him as your Uncle Reginald’s apprentice.”