Miranda let out a weary sigh. “Forget it. America’s too far. No need for Shannon to travel back and forth like that.
“Steven’s to blame for this anyway. He had to send her overseas. Now I can’t even see her when I want.”
Marian’s resentment bubbled under the surface. “You’re right, ma’am. I bet it was all Lucie’s idea. Maybe you could talk to Mr. Heath—ask him to bring Shannon home early?”
Miranda’s face tightened. “No, let’s just let Shannon stay abroad for a while. The media was out of control with those rumors, and we’ve only just managed to calm things down. This isn’t the time to stir up more trouble.”
She wasn’t naive.
As much as she despised Lucie, she didn’t really want her son to get divorced. She could see right through Marian and her daughter’s ambitions, and she knew Shannon was desperate to marry into the family.
Miranda was even more practical than Steven. Even if her son did end things with Lucie, there was no way she’d ever let Shannon become the Heath family’s daughter-in-law. She’d find someone else—someone from the right background.
But then again…
Men will be men. Some of them even keep mistresses out in the open. Honestly, Miranda wouldn’t mind if Shannon became her son’s side piece.
—
Later, a nurse wheeled Lucie into a VIP hospital room.
Lucie lay on the bed, barely conscious, an IV in her hand and an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose.
Steven sat by her side, still shaken. He held her hand tightly, his eyes rimmed red, tears streaming down his face.
“Lucie, are you feeling any better? Does it hurt?” His voice was rough with worry.
Lucie didn’t even open her eyes. She couldn’t stand the sight of him.
No one shed faker tears than he did.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Day I Walked Away My Empire Began