The morning news blared on Delilah’s screen, a bold headline about Senator Ryder.
She watched with a detached expression, hoping to see confirmation that he had finally died.
Her only consolation was that, even if the authorities sniffed around her as a suspect, Senator Ryder’s death itself was a victory.
But then, a new update caught her attention. When he attended the private charity dinner at Bellvue Manor last night, gave a grand speech as the keynote speaker—and then, finally, collapsed and died.
Delilah sighed in relief. At least he's dead. Maybe this would buy her some breathing room from Mrs. Doris’s unpredictable wrath.
Delilah stepped into the black sedan waiting in the mansion's driveway, exchanging a brief nod with Marco.
He drove her to the café, the drive passing in
