A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator novel Chapter 603

Frank called the shots within Atwater Group, but the moment he stepped outside the building, he had to play by the Murphy family's rules.

Frank was a smart man; he naturally understood that this was Rowan's implicit threat.

He had merely used his subordinate's mouth to deliver it.

After just a few seconds of tense hesitation, Frank walked over to the safe, retrieved the antidote, and tossed it to Rowan. He couldn't resist a bitter jab. "Does Elissa know her perfect, righteous hero ruthlessly targets the elderly and the sick?"

Rowan caught the vial with one hand, his expression ice-cold. "You're hardly innocent yourself."

Without another word, Rowan turned on his heel and strode out of the office, his men trailing behind him.

The priority now was getting the antidote back to the hospital.

Only then could Elissa truly breathe a sigh of relief.

Frank glared at Rowan's retreating figure, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes. His fingers gripped the vial of his grandmother's 'antidote' so tightly his knuckles turned white.

His assistant hesitated before asking, "Mr. Atwater, should we proceed with the arrangements at the docks..."

"What's the point?"

A self-deprecating smile touched Frank's lips. "So I can run as far away as possible and pretend none of this happened?"

With the antidote gone, there was zero chance she would go with him.

He could never bring himself to actually harm her—especially not while she was pregnant.

But leaving her future in the hands of a ruthless man like Rowan didn't sit right with him either.

He would just have to find another opportunity.

Wasting no more time, he grabbed the antidote and sped back to Atwater Manor.

Carmela had just finished inventorying the gifts. Seeing him return, her face lit up. "Have you finally come around? Are you ready to go propose at the Wilkinson estate with me?"

Frank ignored her entirely, his face pale with urgency. "Where is Grandma?"

"Your grandmother?"

Carmela was taken aback by his frantic state. "She should be in the backyard. The doctor said she needs more sunlight."

"Sunlight?"

Frank repeated the word blankly. Without waiting for Carmela to say more, he sprinted toward the backyard.

The atmosphere in the manor was nothing like the chaotic panic he had imagined for a poisoning emergency.

It was completely peaceful.

The butler, Quentin, was carrying a tray of pastries toward the backyard. Seeing Frank, a flicker of guilt crossed his eyes. "Young Master, you're here."

Frank's sense of dread intensified. He stared at Quentin. "Where is Grandma?"

"Waiting for you in the backyard."

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