Chapter 342

Cordelia paid it no mind and was about to keep her phone back in her pocket when she received another anonymous text. [I miss you so much.] Her heart dropped, and a bad feeling crept over it like vines. She stood rooted for some time with a blank mind before she took a deep breath. Her throat felt like it was closing up on its own, and it was awful. ‘Like the previous one, it’s probably sent wrongly,’ she said to herself. She kept her phone but felt chills run down her spine. She hurried home, pulling her jacket closer to herself. At the top floor of the Hamerton Group… Zephyr stood before the floor-to-ceiling window and overlooked the bustling streets down the building. His brows were knitted together as an icy glint flashed in his eyes. “Sir.” Robert came in with a knock on the door to report. “Dr. Stafford’s accommodation is prepared, and he reported at the medical center today.” Zephyr hummed softly in response. “Dr. Stafford’s a surgeon, but he’s done research in psychia