Chapter 231

Curtis left the Craig Stockton issue to Noah Hyde and hit the gas, rushing toward the hospital. Alex followed close behind in another car. Delia Fleming fidgeted the whole ride, eyes glued to her phone, zoning out now and then before letting out long sighs. Curtis reached over and held her hands. “Don’t overthink it. Noah only said he saw her car headed into the hospital. Who knows, maybe she just went to see someone.” Delia had developed the habit of expecting the worst — trauma from her past life had shaped her that way. She wasn't always like this. She used to be trusting, always choosing to believe the good in people. And she’d paid the price for it, more than once. She gave a slight nod. “Yeah.” But how could she not worry? About two kilometers away from the hospital, she tried calling Cassandra Tate again. This time, the call actually connected. “Cassandra?” she asked gently. A shaky “Yeah” came through the speaker. Delia's brows scrunched tight, her voice suddenly sharp. “What’s