Chapter 227

In the study, Natalie stared at the document on her laptop while her thoughts drifted. What had that commotion been? Did Taylor fall? He hadn't called for her or asked her to come over. Well, that was quite prideful of him. He'd better not bother her again. About half an hour later, the doorbell rang through Huston Villa. Natalie instinctively looked up. Who could be visiting at this hour? She headed downstairs to answer the door. Thomas stood there, flanked by two middle-aged men wearing glasses—the orthopedic specialists who had examined Taylor not long ago. "Mrs. Jones, is Mr. Jones okay?" Thomas asked quickly. "What happened?" "He called me and said he fell. He asked me to bring the doctors. Didn't you know?" Natalie's gaze faltered for a moment, but she quickly composed herself. She stepped aside to let them in. Thomas, knowing better than to pry further after all these years with Taylor, led the doctors upstairs. Natalie remained in the living room to wait. … Upstai