“Mr. Hamilton, Mrs. Hamilton is gone,” Robert Tinder says.
“What do you mean she’s gone?” Lance asks.
“No wonder she gave away her phone; she wanted to escape from the hotel,” he thinks, “She really wanted to prevent the physical examination. It must be because she really does care for Charles Peters.’
He hates deception the most, but she and Charles Peters conspired to tell him that she’s unfit for pregnancy. He can’t help but wonder about the affair again—what other reason could Andrea have for this deception?
Without realizing it, he flips the dining table over. The glasses and porcelain plates shatter into dozens of pieces under the table and across the floor. The lilies scatter everywhere, dropping petals. The wine bottle cracks in the middle, and red wine slowly seeps
