Mona's pov
It had been a week since I was discharged from the hospital, I couldn't stop thinking of everything that had happened in the past few days. Ian said the cook poisoned me, for what reason exactly? Was she also in love with Ian and felt jealous of me being around him? Anyways now wasn’t the time to play detective.
Ian had weirdly given me some level of freedom after the incident with the poison. He probably felt guilty?.. although he still made it clear that I was still indebted to him . As I walked down the street of Ian's estates, the chilly evening air bit at my skin, but I didn’t care. I was far too lost in my thoughts to be concerned about the temperature. My fingers gripped the handle of my handbag tightly, as if it could somehow anchor me to this moment, to this brief mom
