I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Justin was assaulted by Mr. Thatcher.

With a single blow from a brick, Mr. Thatcher landed Justin in the hospital.

Meredith could only first go to the hospital to visit Justin, who was still in the operating room getting his wounds stitched up.

Mr. Thatcher was already in police custody.

Terrence Sterling busied himself with various tasks all this time, paying hospital bills and inquiring about Justin’s injury.

Driven to desperation, Mr. Thatcher, angry and frantic, followed Justin in the middle of the night. Just as Justin parked his car on his way to the performance, he was struck by Mr. Thatcher with the brick and rushed to the hospital.

Justin’s head required more than a dozen stitches, and after the surgery, he was wheeled out of the operating room by the doctors.

Meredith, seeing Justin’s head wrapped in bandages, felt a surge of anger.

It wasn’t just Justin’s head that was injured; his face was also bruised.

The doctor also mentioned that Justin had several soft tissue contusions.

Was Justin, in his prime, not able to defend himself against an old man like Mr. Thatcher? It wasn’t that.

Justin did not fight back.

In the patient room, knowing the two needed to talk, Terrence told Meredith, “I’ll go find the doctor.”

Meredith nodded, and once Terrence had left, she pulled up a chair and sat down.

The anesthesia in Justin’s body wore off, yet he remained silent, lying still.

Meredith sighed, “Mr. Thatcher is in detention.”

She knew without asking that Justin wouldn’t truly press charges against Mr. Thatcher; after all, he couldn’t really bear to send his father to prison.

Mr. Thatcher didn’t admit to any wrongdoing in detention, claiming it was a father’s right to teaching his son a few lessons.

At most, Mr. Thatcher would only be detained for a couple of days.

Justin, struggling to control his emotions, said, “Meredith, you and Terrence should go back. I’ll be fine.”

These injuries were minor to Justin; external wounds that would heal.

But the fact that Mr. Thatcher had struck him with such murdering intent stuck in Justin like a needle, impossible to remove.

That was what truly hurt him.

Justin could still recall the hate-filled gaze of Mr. Thatcher, brimming with murderous intent-it felt as though he truly wanted to kill him.

Meredith knew Justin needed rest and quietly said, “If you need anything, just call me. We’ll head back now.”

Justin nodded, saying nothing.

Meredith, somewhat uneasy, walked out of the room and saw Terrence Sterling talking on the phone in the hallway. As she approached, she overheard something about a failed investment in the company.

Terrence hung up as Meredith came out, asking, “You’re out already? Is Justin alright?”

“He needs some quiet. We shouldn’t disturb him,” Meredith said. “Did I hear something about the company having issues?”This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“It’s nothing serious,” Terrence played it down. “Just a small issue, your husband can handle it.”

Knowing Terrence’s capabilities, Meredith felt reassured.

Terrence changed the subject, “Let’s go get something to eat.”

They had planned to invite Azure for a meal after the performance, but with Justin’s situation, it had to be postponed.

“Let’s just go home, and have Mrs. Wooten make some noodles,” said Meredith. “I’ve been gaining weight lately, oh, and can you check on something for me?”

As they walked toward the parking lot, they continued talking.

“What’s that?”

Meredith asked, “Does Chloe have a daughter? The Sterling and Chaucer families go way back, you must know something.”

“A daughter? I haven’t heard anything about that,” Terrence replied. “The Chaucer family has a rule that only the firstborn can run the company; everyone else stays out. After Mrs. Chaucer took over, Chloe wasn’t around much, but since Joy Chaucer returned, Chloe’s been back more frequently.”

“Do Mrs. Chaucer and Chloe not get along?” Meredith wondered. “Sounds like you don’t like Chloe much either.”

“I don’t care much for Chloe Chaucer, and I’m even less clear on the sisters’ affairs,” Terrence suddenly recalled something. “But she’s never been married, let alone rumored to have a boyfriend. Where would a daughter come from? If she really had one, it would be impossible not to know; my mother is the biggest gossip around.”