Chapter 459
At Turner Group, Bowen had just finished going through a document when he noticed Hugo’s name flashing on his phone, a bit surprised by the unexpected call.
“Bowen, did I do something wrong?” Hugo sounded lost and frustrated after his falling out with Birgitte.
He knew he still cared about Grace, but in his heart, she was just like a little sister to him. He never thought he’d made Birgitte suffer because of her.
Hugo couldn’t figure it out. He’d gotten to the bottom of things and tried to make things right for Birgitte. He thought it was the right thing to do. Since he was helpless, he thought Bowen was the only person he could think of to turn to.
Bowen listened quietly, then let out a soft laugh. “You did the right thing, but did it help?”
‘Did it help?’ Hugo was stunned. He couldn’t figure out how those two things even belonged in the same sentence.
“Let me put it another way,” Bowen said. “Does it matter if Grace lives or dies? The person you love and want to be with is Birgitte, not Grace.”
It hit Hugo like a ton of bricks. All at once, Hugo realized the root of the conflict between him and Birgitte.
It wasn’t about so-called fairness. What Birgitte wanted was for him to take a firm stand by her side when it mattered, and he had never shown that kind of resolve.
“Bowen, I get it now.” Hugo nodded.
“So, how’s it going?” Birgitte asked.
“Hard to say,” Aubree replied, taking the water Birgitte handed her. “He’s mentally ill, and he won’t be held criminally responsible. At most, they’ll send him to a psychiatric hospital.”
They stood outside the hospital room, murmuring.
“I know Grace orchestrated this mess,” Birgitte said, her eyes flashing with anger.
“So what if he’s mentally ill?” Birgitte said through gritted teeth. “Even if they send him to a psych ward, we still have ways to deal with him!”
Patrick was just a regular employee. However, he risked his life to save Birgitte. She was grateful, and that was why she couldn’t let him take the fall for nothing.
“If it weren’t for him, we’d both be screwed,” Aubree admitted, still shaken. “No matter how capable I am, I couldn’t have handled that situation alone."
“If we want to bring Grace to justice, we need solid evidence that shows she was behind all this!” Birgitte said.
“There’s no rushing this,” Aubree replied. “You’ve been at the hospital all day looking after Patrick. I’ve already arranged for a care worker to take over, so go home and get some rest. This whole thing is going to blow up online, and there’ll be plenty of trouble to deal with later. Don’t let yourself get exhausted.” Aubree patted Birgitte on the shoulder.
“I know,” Birgitte said. “I’ll stay a bit longer to make sure the care worker is thorough enough. After that, I’ll leave.”
Aubree didn’t insist, just told her not to wear herself out.
At Südlichen Strand, Hugo charged through the halls, completely ignoring the staff who tried to stop him. “Sir, you can’t go in there!” an assistant said, frantically blocking his way.
“We’re in the middle of recording a show. If you rush in now, you’ll disrupt it!” the assistant added.
As a bit of reason finally returned to him, Hugo stopped in his tracks. “Is Grace in there?” he asked.
“Yes, she is, Sir,” the assistant replied. “If you’re here to see her, you can wait in the lounge. Once Grace finishes recording, we’ll let her know you’re here.”
The assistant took a good look at Hugo. He was well-dressed and good-looking, but she couldn’t quite figure out who he was.
“I’ll wait here then,” Hugo said.
About an hour later, the show’s shooting finally wrapped. When Grace stepped out, she spotted Hugo leaning against the wall. Her eyes sparkled with surprise and delight. “Hugo! Are you here to pick me up after work?"
“I had a late shift today. You must have been waiting for a while.” Grace approached.
Hugo had just finished smoking a cigarette, his voice hoarse. “Yeah, I guess so. Are you done for the day?”