I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 350

Go?

My eyes widened in surprise.

No wonder Steven wanted the jade Go set. He needed it to negotiate with his business partner.

It also explained why he was at the auction. I remembered he disliked such events, but it turned out he had been there before, just not as a bidder. Like this time, he was there for a private transaction.

If that Go set was so important to him, why would he offer it to me?

My lips pressed together. "He probably already knows about your boss," I said gently. "I went to an auction today, and he was there too. He acquired a one-of-a-kind Gilded Jade Go Set. That should be right up your boss's alley, shouldn't it?"

Rachel's eyes widened in shock. "That's not just up his alley; Hugh would be laughing in his sleep! It seems your ex-husband has a few tricks up his sleeve after all. I underestimated him."

"Alright, I've got to go get to the airport. If the meeting goes well, I can stay here for a couple more days. If not, I'll have to head back to Ixia. You go see Horace. He's been waiting for you."

She pressed the key card into my hand, a flicker of awkwardness on her beautiful face.

"About what I said to you on the phone the other day… don't take it to heart. I was just…"

"I know," I interrupted, looking her in the eye. "It's okay. I'll have a good talk with him."

It wasn't just about whether feelings could develop between Horace and me. Personally, I had no desire to get entangled in another romance. It was too exhausting for the heart, mind, and soul.

Rachel hesitated for a moment, then nodded and turned to leave.

I took the key card and went to the hospital room. The premium suite was like a small apartment, equipped with everything. I knocked on the door, and it was opened by an elegant, stylish middle-aged woman with short, curly hair, wearing a pink cardigan.

This was Horace's mother, and also one of my own mother's closest friends before she passed away. Horace and I had grown up together, and Mrs. Spencer had always been very kind to me.

But after Horace's leg was injured, our relationship became strained. Still, she came to my mother's funeral, tears streaming down her face.

I knew she blamed me. If I put myself in her shoes, if my son had been hurt trying to save someone else, I would blame them too.

When she saw me, her face first registered surprise, then she managed a slight smile.

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