Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 24

“Unbelievable,” I muttered under my breath as I stormed out of the apartment, my steps quick and purposeful, as if I were rushing toward a blazing fire. The tension in my chest tightened with every stride.

I flagged down a cab and instructed the driver to take me directly to Edge Inc. The streets were eerily quiet at this late hour, almost deserted. Every traffic light seemed to turn green just as I approached, as if the universe itself was trying to give me a break. The ride was swift, and within twenty minutes, I pulled into the underground parking garage.

From across the lot, I spotted Morgan waving frantically. “Mr. Grimwald, over here!” he called out.

“On my way,” I replied, breaking into a jog toward him.

As I neared, the sight I had dreaded came into focus. Hera sat alone in her car, idly flipping a lighter between her fingers like it was some kind of toy. The dim lighting of the garage cast shadows across her face, highlighting the glassy, unfocused look in her eyes.

“Hera, have you lost your mind? Open the door. Now.” I rapped sharply twice on the window, my voice low but edged with impatience. I was running out of tolerance.

She glanced up, those drunken eyes meeting mine. When she saw me, the lighter slipped from her fingers, and she quickly unlocked the door.

Just as I reached for the handle, Morgan’s voice came from behind me. “Looks like Ms. Bishop’s safe now. I’m heading out, Mr. Grimwald. Family stuff to take care of.”

Still simmering with anger, I waved him off without a second thought. “Right. Go ahead.”

But as I swung the door open, Hera’s expression caught me off guard—she was smiling, a wide, triumphant grin, as if she’d just won the lottery. And suddenly, it all made sense. What kind of family emergency happens in the middle of the night?

Her next words confirmed my suspicions. “You actually came, Sebastian.”

“Hera, faking an emergency call is a serious offense,” I snapped, my voice sharp. “Do you even realize how childish this is?”

She hesitated, then added more quietly, “As for Edmund and Bobby… if you stay with me tonight, I’ll explain everything.”

“No need,” I said, shaking my head. “You don’t look that drunk to me. Call a cab. Or better yet, have your precious Edmund come pick you up.”

I gently pried her arms off me and turned away.

But Hera wasn’t done. She ran after me, blocking my path and thrusting her phone in my face. “Don’t you dare treat me like I’m unwanted. Edmund offered to pick me up—again and again. I turned him down. You don’t believe me? Look.”

She held out the screen, and I saw message after message from Edmund, each one checking in, offering to come get her.

Hera had refused every single one.