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Chapter 358
Chapter 358:
Old Mrs. Compton hung up the red phone. She immediately picked up the standard line and dialed the penthouse.
Mrs. Lynch answered on the second ring, her voice shaking. “Y-yes, Mrs. Compton p>
“Mrs. Lynch,” the matriarch said, her voice completely calm. “Go to the kitchen. Wrap an ice pack in a soft towel and take it to June p>
Mrs. Lynch blinked. “For… for Mr. Cole’s face, Madam p>
“No,” Old Mrs. Compton replied, her tone warm with quiet protectiveness. “For June’s hand. Hitting a thick skull like his must have hurt her palm terribly. Tell her to ice it p>
Mrs. Lynch’s jaw dropped. “Y-yes, Madam. Right away p>
Meanwhile, the private elevator reached the ground floor lobby.
Cole marched out into the cold night air. His executive assistant had already pulled the sleek black Mercedes S-Class up to the curb.
Cole yanked the rear door open and threw himself into the back seat. He stared out the window at the dark, rain-soaked streets.
“Drive to the corporate office,” Cole growled, his voice hoarse and lethal.
The assistant put the car in gear. He glanced up at the rearview mirror, caught sight of the massive red welt on his boss’s face, and quickly averted his eyes, his stomach twisting.
𝗦h𝖺rе 𝘺о𝘶𝗿 𝗳а𝘷о𝗋𝘪𝘵𝖾ѕ 𝘧𝗋о𝗺 ѕ.com
“Sir,” the assistant stammered, gripping the steering wheel. “I just received a priority alert from the family security team p>
Cole closed his eyes, rubbing his throbbing temples. “What does she want now p>
The assistant swallowed hard. “Old Mrs. Compton ordered the security team to lock down the penthouse to protect Madam June. And… she instructed the housekeeper to bring Madam June an ice pack p>
Cole opened his eyes. “For what p>
The assistant’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Because Old Mrs. Compton said Madam June’s hand must be hurting from hitting you p>
The words hit Cole like a physical blow to the chest.
All the air rushed out of his lungs. His face turned a sickly white before flushing into a dark, furious purple.
He raised his fist and slammed it violently into the back of the passenger seat. The heavy leather groaned under the impact. A low, guttural sound of pure, agonizing despair tore from his throat.
It was the ultimate betrayal.
In the war between him and June, the Compton family — his own flesh and blood, the empire he ran — had chosen June without hesitation. He had been completely, utterly abandoned.
He leaned his head back against the seat, staring blankly at the roof of the car as the crushing weight of isolation pressed down on his chest, drowning him in the dark.
Back in the penthouse, Mrs. Lynch knocked softly on the broken frame of the guest room door.
She walked in, holding a beautiful silk towel wrapped around an ice pack, and handed it to June, repeating the matriarch’s words exactly.
June took the cold pack. She looked down at it.
Slowly, the thick ice in her eyes began to melt. A faint, soft smile touched the corners of her lips.