Before Arielle could react, Vinson finished the sandwich in a few gulps.
“That is Trisha's!”
“I know,” blurted Vinson before rephrasing his sentence. “I'm not full. Anyway, she might have already eaten breakfast, so it'll be a waste. It's better that I eat it.”
He did not want to share what his wife made with anyone else, even if the sandwich was huge and his stomach was stuffed.
Arielle did not think much about it and merely assumed that Vinson had a huge appetite.
After taking a sip of milk, she told him about Malorie.
“Malorie's dead.”
Surprised, Vinson asked, “What happened?”
“She had a fall, which was probably quite serious."
Moments after Arielle spoke, Carter called her.
When she listened to him, a mocking smirk played on her lips. “Got it. Thanks!”
Arielle ended the call and burst out laughing. “Malorie didn't have to die. However, Henrick refused to pay for the equipment I donated to the Kocher Private Hospital, so her operation failed. She died around midnight.”
There was an incredulous look on Vinson's face.
“I've always known that Henrick is a selfish man, but I've never expected him to be so immoral.”
Arielle raised her eyebrow. “I'm not surprised. If he's willing to pay for Malorie's operation, I'd have to admit that I'm wrong about him.”
“Oh, right.” Remembering Cindy, he said, “Blake and Sasha went to Manchernius today. We'll get updates regarding Cindy's medicine soon.”
Arielle nodded and glanced at her watch. “It's time for me to go to school.”
“I'll send you there.”
When they went downstairs together, they bumped into the woman who had given fruits to them yesterday.
With an ambiguous smile, she greeted them, “Are you lovebirds leaving for work?”
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