Chapter 720 Could It Be That Antonio Has A Terminal Illness?
Meanwhile, Sarah had no clue about any of this and was still stewing over how things went down today. She also knew someone was tailing her the moment she stepped out of the house.
But better safe than sorry, so she didn't stop them.
She hopped into a taxi, sneaking peeks at the rearview mirror now and then to check out the goons Antonio had sent to "protect"—or more like, spy on—her and Anthony's "date."
They weren't even trying to be sneaky about it. So obvious.
Looked like Antonio was trying to flex his muscles in a not-so-subtle way.
After a bit, Sofia pinged her with a message and some pics of the kids from earlier.
Sofia: [The kids are just so well-behaved, I really like them!]
Sarah couldn't help but chuckle. After checking out the pics, she shot back: [If you like them so much, you should have one yourself. You won't regret it.]
Sofia didn't reply, just sent a crying emoji.
Sarah glanced at the pics again and noticed an empty cabinet in the background of one.
She remembered asking Sofia's friend to dig up dirt on Asa, and the info was stashed there and forgotten.
'Did the maids toss it out?' she wondered.
The more she thought about it, the more it made sense.
Sarah mulled it over and sent Sofia a voice message.
"Sofia, I can't find the info your friend dug up on Asa. Can you ask him to send me another copy?"
Sofia replied with an "OK" gesture: [Hang tight.]
Not long after, Sarah's email pinged with a new message.
She eagerly opened it and scrolled through.
To her surprise, Sofia's friend was pretty thorough.
Besides what went down with Asa in prison, he also found some sketchy personnel changes.
Sarah's eyes locked onto a photo of a prison cook who quit after just a few days.
And she recognized this cook!
It was the same person who'd been with Harold at the last party, with the same features!
The only difference was the weight, but the more Sarah stared at the photo, the more it looked like a botched plastic surgery job, like a face made of clay.
Thinking about it gave her the creeps.
With today's makeup tricks, making someone look fatter wasn't a big deal.
Sarah thought about all the tangled relationships and felt a headache coming on, unable to make sense of it. But she was sure Harold and Asa's relationship was anything but simple!
And Harold was Antonio's dad.
She covered her face with her hands and took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
After a while, the storm in her heart settled, and Sarah started piecing things together again.
A scene flashed in her mind: Antonio sitting by the cliff where the accident happened, coldly telling her, "Asa is dead."
'So, is Asa's death tied to him? And what's Harold got to do with it?' she wondered.
Sarah was hit by a wave of panic.
In another car, Antonio, feeling chilly, tiredly pinched the bridge of his nose.
He looked at the bright lights around and felt bored.
On a cold day like this, he should be snuggled up with Sarah in a hotel, not out drinking and eating.
Thinking this, a soft smile crept onto his face. He flagged down a cab, planning to head to the restaurant Sarah had mentioned earlier to find her.
After all, Sarah had said before that if he wanted to join, he could snag a table next to hers.
Sarah had no idea Antonio was tailing her. After hopping out of the car, she took a moment to compose herself before heading in to meet Anthony.
Anthony was already there, food ordered, and he gentlemanly pulled out a chair for her.
He said softly, "I wasn't sure what you liked, but the black truffle here is pretty good. You should give it a shot."
Sarah smiled, "Thanks, I'm good with anything."
Actually, she had her own reason for coming to this dinner.
Earlier today, Antonio had suddenly suggested she get a prenatal checkup under the guise of checking his old injury.
Sarah had been suspicious at the time; it felt like a deliberate distraction.
'Antonio must've been up to something shady at the hospital behind my back; otherwise, why is there no checkup report after the exam?' she thought.
Sarah couldn't help but think of those clichéd TV drama plots.
Could Antonio be hiding and avoiding her because he had a terminal illness?
Once that idea took root, it was hard to shake, and Sarah even started imagining how she should confront him without hurting his feelings after finding out the truth.
She felt that if she didn't uncover something, she might drive herself nuts.
She had actually cut the prenatal checkup short at the hospital, intending to catch him off guard.
But she had run into Anthony, which was a pleasant surprise.
Since Anthony was a doctor at that hospital, she thought she could ask him to help retrieve Antonio's medical records.
If it was really as she suspected, a terminal illness or something, she could at least brace herself.
Sarah pulled her thoughts back and hesitated before speaking, "Mr. Thomas, first off, I need to apologize to you."
Anthony looked up, surprised, then asked, "Why do you need to apologize to me, Ms. Miller?"
Sarah said softly, her eyes sincere, "Maybe my previous words were inappropriate and caused a misunderstanding. But I do have a husband, and although we haven't reconciled yet, I won't leave him. The widow thing was a joke, maybe not a very appropriate one. I hope you don't mind, Mr. Thomas."
Anthony seemed like a gentleman, so she needed to set things straight.
Hearing her apology, Anthony was stunned for a moment. After getting the deeper meaning, though a bit disappointed, he smiled and said, "Ms. Miller, you don't need to apologize. I get it."
He added, "However, I think we get along pretty well and could try being just friends. After all, meeting in a foreign country is fate, don't you think, Ms. Miller?"
Sarah breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. "Of course. I also admire your character and talent, Mr. Thomas. I'd love to be friends with someone as outstanding as you."
With things cleared up, they both felt more at ease.
Thinking of Antonio's inexplicable hostility on the plane, Anthony couldn't help but laugh, "Your husband must love you a lot."
A bitter smile appeared on Sarah's lips, but she said nothing.
Skipping that topic, they chatted about their daily lives, and it wasn't awkward. When Sarah felt it was the right time, she spoke up, "Mr. Thomas, since you're a doctor, could I ask you for a favor?"
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