Chapter 309 I Have Plans for Tonight
At lunchtime, Adeline's phone buzzed. It was Sebastian, apologizing for his mom's behavior and inviting her to dinner.
"Sorry, I already have plans," Adeline said, checking her schedule. She was meeting Thomas later to pick up Mia from the hospital.
Thinking about Thomas made her uneasy, but she needed his info to expose Jasper's past.
"What time are you free? I can pick you up," Sebastian offered.
"No, I promised to pick up a friend from the hospital," Adeline replied. "You should focus on your work."
There was a pause. Then Sebastian sighed. "Adeline, I want to make things right. My mom hurt you, and I want to atone for that."
His sincerity touched her. Despite her anger at Aurora, she couldn't blame Sebastian for his mom's actions.
"If you really want to help," she said, "I need you to investigate some people."
"Anyone. Just tell me who," Sebastian said eagerly.
"Remember Ava from this morning? She was attacked last night, and they tried to frame me."
"I need you to find out everything about those men—their backgrounds, connections, recent communications, especially IP addresses. Then hand it all to the police."
She hesitated. "For the IP addresses, you might need Blake. He's better at that."
"Consider it done!" Sebastian said. "Blake and I will get to the bottom of this. We'll uncover the truth, I promise."
Adeline felt relieved. They chatted a bit more before ending the call. Stella might be trying to frame her, but Adeline had her own plans. She'd cut off Stella's support, starting with Morgana. Once Morgana was behind bars like Morris, Jasper wouldn't suspect her.
As Adeline returned to the design department, she noticed the whispers and stares. She ignored them, keeping her expression neutral.
"Are you really going to let them talk about you like that?" Timothy asked, catching up to her in the elevator. "I thought you stood up for yourself. I didn't expect you to stay silent after such disrespect."
Adeline raised an eyebrow, smiling faintly. "Who said I was staying silent?"
Timothy scoffed. "Looks like you're a coward to me."
"Do you think bravery means making a scene every time someone insults you?" Adeline asked, stifling a yawn. "If that's your definition, then I guess I am a coward."
Timothy raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you?"
Adeline rolled her eyes. "You're just a kid, Timothy." She stared ahead, her gaze distant. "Do you even know who those people are? What departments they work in? What their positions are?"
Timothy frowned and shook his head.
"I know exactly who they are," Adeline said calmly. "I've noted each one of them. We may work for the same company, but that doesn't make them untouchable. If they want to play dirty, I'm game. They'll learn there are consequences for crossing me."
"So why waste my energy on a pointless confrontation? Why give them the satisfaction of seeing me lose my cool?"
Timothy stared at her, speechless.
The elevator doors opened, and Adeline stepped out, heading to the design department.
Timothy stayed put, his mind reeling. He finally smiled slowly. Adeline was more intriguing than he thought. Coming to Radiance Springs to be her assistant was a smart move.
The afternoon flew by, and Adeline focused on her work. Timothy and Robert were both talented, especially Timothy. He had a knack for jewelry design, quickly grasping Adeline's ideas and instructions. His sketches were flawless, capturing her vision perfectly.
"Timothy, you're a prodigy!" Anne exclaimed, full of admiration.
Adeline paused, the word "prodigy" echoing in her mind. It reminded her of another young designer, a boy hailed as a genius at seventeen. Brian, his name was.
As the workday ended, Thomas appeared at the design department entrance, looking hesitant.
"Miss Wilson?" he called softly, knocking gently on the door. "It's time for our appointment."
Adeline gathered her things, her heart pounding. She followed Thomas downstairs, her mind racing.
"Let's take a taxi," she suggested, stretching her stiff muscles.
"You didn't drive?" Thomas asked, narrowing his eyes.
Adeline shook her head, hailing a cab. "I don't drive."
She used to drive, but an accident six years ago left her terrified of it.
Thomas chuckled humorlessly. He opened the passenger door and slid in, meeting her gaze in the rearview mirror. "So, Miss Wilson doesn't drive. No problem. We're practically old friends now. You can always buy a car, and I'll be your personal chauffeur."
His lips curled into a knowing smile. "I'm quite confident in my driving skills. I can handle any vehicle. Especially large trucks."
His words hit Adeline like a blow, a wave of terror washing over her. She bit her lip, her mind flooded with images of that night on the bridge.
A burly man behind the wheel of a massive truck, his face twisted in a grotesque grin as he barreled towards her.
"Mr. Foster, she survived the hit, just crippled. Should I give her another go?"
"Don't blame me, sweetheart. You fell for the wrong man."
"See you in hell."
These words echoed in her mind, draining the color from her face.
Stuck in the memory, Adeline's breath caught in her throat, her back slick with cold sweat.
"Where to?" the driver's voice cut through her terrifying memories.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus. "The psychiatric hospital, in the suburbs."
The driver frowned, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. "Are you alright, miss?"
"She's fine," Thomas interjected smoothly. "Just a few unpleasant memories resurfacing." He turned to Adeline, raising an eyebrow. "Am I right, Miss Wilson?"
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