“What happened to you, Raymond? Was it…you?” Sia demanded and her tension grew since not getting a word from the man in front of her.
Raymond put on his façade immediately he sensed the suspicion growing inside Sia. No matter what, she shouldn’t find out the truth. It'll ruin him.
“About what? What are you saying, Mrs. Monson?” His voice dropped to a whisper. He held Sia’s gaze not wanting to give her any impression he has a hand in the attack.
“I mean, what happened to your neck?” She put it rather mildly, so it wouldn’t sound as an accusation. She believes Raymond has nothing to do with Silas, he works for her and he's reliable.
Raymond grazed his fingers on the gauze to feel the wound Sia imposed on him. Although, he aims to make her pay in spades. “I had an accident a week ago.
