Chapter 233

Marlowe glanced at the door. His lips twitched when he saw me pressing my ear against the glass like I was trying to phase through it, but he said nothing. ‘You could’ve waited to screw me over from the grave,’ Ashton said. ‘But you just had to do it while you’re still breathing. So I figured I’d return the favour. While you can still watch.’ ‘What are you doing here? Eavesdropping?’ The shrill voice snapped my head around. Gwendolyn Laurent stood in front of me in a powder-blue coat, eyebrows lifted. ‘What are you doing here?’ she asked again. I didn’t bother answering that. ‘Weren’t you in a hospital bed?’ Had she been booted out after Ashton froze her cards? She folded her arms. ‘Is that how you greet your mother-in-law?’ ‘You’re not Ashton’s mum.’ ‘You’ve got no manners.’ ‘Manners are reserved for those who’ve earned them.’ She rolled up her sleeves. ‘Just because Ashton covers for you doesn’t mean I won’t slap you straight back into the gutter. You’ve got no idea what I’m capable