Twins - The Unforeseen Legacy of My Ex's Uncle-in-Law novel Chapter 365

Harlan stood there, straight-backed and stoic, not even attempting to defend himself.

After landing a punch on Harlan, Kendrick lifted his gaze, his eyes cold as winter as they landed on Drusilla.

He spoke, his words weighted with meaning, "Ms. Lawson."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Larkin," Drusilla greeted him, trying to keep her voice steady.

Kendrick chuckled, a sound devoid of warmth. "You're Enoch's wife, and well, you're a woman. I won't lay a finger on you. But... your family might be expecting a little present from me."

With that, he brushed past Drusilla, moving into the hospital room without sparing her another glance.

Drusilla stood at the threshold, momentarily stunned. Family?

She had heard rumors about Kendrick—how he was ruthless and feared by many. She knew better than to think his words were mere bluster.

Without wasting another moment, Drusilla hurried out of the hospital, hailing a cab to head back to the Lawson estate.

The roads were jam-packed, rush hour traffic a predictable mess. Clutching her phone, she dialed home, but no one picked up.

Her anxiety was overwhelming, and her thoughts turned to Enoch. This was his family too. Surely... surely he would help?

Clinging to a sliver of hope, she dialed Enoch’s number.

She realized then just how much she relied on him. Maybe it was because he had always been there to support her, and now, in her time of need, it was instinctive to reach out to him.

But he didn’t answer.

Enoch sat in a boardroom, the meeting just adjourned. He was debating whether to head home, but the image of Drusilla leaving with her father lingered, making him reluctant.

He glanced at the glowing screen of his phone, deliberately choosing not to answer.

Drusilla looked at the man, frustration simmering. "I've been here before."

The last time she visited, this same guard had been deferential, waving her in without a second thought. And now he was asking for a badge?

"We have our procedures, miss. Please don't make this difficult," the guard said, his tone impersonal.

Drusilla sighed, exasperated. "Is this Enoch’s doing?"

The guard remained silent, confirming her suspicions.

She tried Enoch’s number several more times, but it was futile. He wasn't answering. Just because she’d left with her father that morning without a word, was this really necessary?

Running out of options, Drusilla reluctantly left the office building.