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Chapter 359
Chapter 359:
“Thank you, Mrs. Lynch,” June whispered, her voice thick with genuine emotion. “Please tell Grandma I said thank you p>
In the cold, dark ruins of her marriage, June had finally found a sliver of warmth.
The next morning, bright Manhattan sunlight pierced through the blinds of the small guest room.
June sat in front of the narrow mirror and carefully applied a thin layer of concealer under her eyes, hiding the dark shadows left by a completely sleepless night.
She dressed in a sharp, tailored beige trench coat over a simple white blouse. She looked immaculate, professional, and completely untouchable.
Her phone buzzed on the vanity. It was a call from Old Mrs. Compton.
June answered, putting it on speaker.
“Good morning, child,” the matriarch’s voice crackled through the phone, strong and warm. “I hope you slept well. Cole is a blind, arrogant fool. He has no idea what he has thrown away p>
June picked up her purse, her expression perfectly calm. “It doesn’t matter anymore, Grandma. The past is dead. I am only looking forward now p>
Old Mrs. Compton let out a soft, approving sigh. “Good girl. Take care of yourself today p>
June ended the call. She walked out of the penthouse, rode the elevator down to the lobby, and stepped into the waiting black town car.
Mo𝘴t 𝗿е𝖺𝘥 𝗍𝘩іs we𝖾𝗄 oո g𝗮l𝗻о𝗏е𝗅ѕ.с𝗈𝗺
Twenty minutes later, the car pulled up to the grand VIP entrance of Mt. Sinai Hospital.
June stepped out, holding a bouquet of elegant white lilies. She was here at the specific invitation of Brogan Clements, to visit his critically ill grandfather.
The hospital corridors were wide and pristine, smelling faintly of antiseptic. June’s low heels clicked softly against the polished linoleum as she walked toward the VIP elevator bank.
Suddenly, a frantic set of heavy footsteps echoed from the intersecting hallway.
An elderly woman in a faded, heavily worn wool coat rushed around the corner, eyes fixed on a crumpled map in her hands. She didn’t see June in time.
The woman collided hard with June’s right shoulder.
A thick stack of medical bills and prescription papers flew from her hands, scattering across the white floor like snow.
“Oh! I am so incredibly sorry!” the old woman gasped, dropping to her knees to gather them.
June did not get angry. She instinctively moved to help, but as she shifted her weight, a sharp, agonizing spike of pain shot through her healing collarbone. She suppressed a soft gasp, her brow furrowing. Moving with careful, stiff deliberation and keeping weight off her booted right foot, she slowly lowered herself to one knee. Using only her good hand, she awkwardly but patiently gathered the scattered documents from the floor.
“It is perfectly fine,” June said, her voice soft and soothing. “Please, don’t worry p>
She collected the papers into a neat stack and handed them back.
The old woman, Mrs. Higgins, reached out to take them. As she did, she finally looked up and saw June’s face clearly under the bright fluorescent lights.