Sebastian drew in a long breath, trying to force the tension out of his shoulders. “Grandpa’s still in the hospital. If you have time, you should visit him,” he said, keeping his voice level.
Reese didn’t need the reminder. She’d go anyway. Mr. Ratcliff didn’t have much time left.
She gave a small nod. “I know.”
Matthew caught her response and a hint of a smile played at his lips. He glanced at Sebastian, then leaned close to Reese and spoke quietly.
“Do you think the National Security Bureau will find any proof that Leslie and Lyla were working together?”
A flicker of worry crossed Reese’s eyes. “Probably not. It won’t be easy.”
Leslie had Sebastian vouch for her, so unless there was solid evidence she’d stolen state secrets, she would always find a way to dodge the consequences.
Matthew noticed the tightness in Reese’s brow and tried to reassure her, keeping his voice gentle. “Don’t stress about it. Even if they can’t catch her this time, as long as she’s after the Blade data, she’ll make another move. That’ll give us another shot at getting evidence.
“For now, we need to focus on handling the fallout from the Blade data leak and keep the project on track.”
Reese nodded, pushing her concerns to the back of her mind.
She knew Matthew was right—there was no point obsessing over Leslie when there was more urgent work to be done.
Sebastian just stood there, watching Reese walk off with Matthew, their heads together in quiet conversation. She didn’t even look his way, not once.
He’d caught the look Matthew sent him, and he hadn’t missed the pointed stare Zach gave him before leaving either.
He didn’t care what games the others were playing. When it came to Reese, he wasn’t backing down. She was his wife. She always would be.
His gaze hardened, something fierce and almost reckless flickering in his eyes.
He yanked out his phone, tugged at his collar in frustration, and barked out instructions to whoever was on the other end of the call.


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