Chapter 352

I awoke to the tantalizing scent of something delicious wafting through the air. Blinking sleep from my eyes, I found Timothy sitting beside me on the bed, a tray of breakfast balanced on his lap.

"Good morning, beautiful," he greeted, leaning in to kiss me softly on the lips. "I thought I'd treat you to breakfast in bed."

I couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness, feeling a warm flutter in my chest. "Thank you," I replied, returning his kiss with equal tenderness.

As I sat up, Timothy handed me a plate piled high with scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and freshly sliced fruit. My stomach rumbled in anticipation, and I eagerly dug in, savoring every bite.

Timothy joined me, pouring us both cups of steaming hot coffee. He reached for the remote control and switched on the TV, where the morning news was already playing in the background.

We chatted idly as we ate, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's company. But our conversation ground to a halt when the news anchor announced a breaking story.

On the screen, a mugshot of Mia flashed before us, her face contorted in anger and defiance. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at the image, unable to believe what I was seeing.

The reporter's voice filled the room as they detailed Mia's alleged involvement in the scheme to frame Timothy. My mind raced as I listened to the shocking revelations unfold before me.

"It appears that this woman, Mia Robins, may have been the culprit all along," the reporter explained, their tone grave. "She allegedly framed Timothy in order to claim a fortune she believed was rightfully hers."

I felt a surge of fresh fear boiling up inside me, threatening to spill over. How did the news travel so fast? The idea of returning home to more scandal and drama left a bitter taste in my mouth.

Timothy's jaw clenched with fury, his fists tightening around his coffee mug. "Figures they’d get their hands on a story like this," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "Couldn’t even wait 24 hours."

I reached out to take his hand, offering what little comfort I could. "I'm know, Timothy," I said softly, my heart aching for him. "But at least now the truth is out. We can finally put this nightmare behind us."

Timothy nodded, his expression grim. "Yeah," he said, his voice heavy with resignation. "But it doesn't change the fact that she tried to destroy our lives. And for what? Greed? Revenge?"

I squeezed his hand reassuringly, trying to offer some semblance of support. "I know," I replied, my voice trembling with emotion. "But we're stronger than ever now. We'll get through this together, I promise."

We sat in silence for a moment, the scene of coffee and a hot breakfast drifting between us. As the news program continued, Timothy and I remained glued to the screen, absorbing every detail of Mia's downfall. The reporter interviewed witnesses and experts, piecing together the puzzle of her schemes.

At least this news coverage came with a set of positives. The truth had been revealed, and justice would soon be served. I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me, knowing that we could finally move forward with our lives.

As the morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room, Timothy turned to me with a soft smile. "We should celebrate," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Want to take one last walk around? While things are still peaceful?"

I nodded eagerly, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders. "I'd like that," I replied, my voice filled with optimism. "Let me finish my coffee though. It’s going to be a long ride back."

With that, we finished our breakfast and set out to explore the beautiful island paradise that we’d neglected. Our first stop was a bustling market, where vendors lined the streets with colorful displays of handmade crafts and exotic fruits.

We wandered through the maze of stalls, marveling at the intricate tapestries and vibrant paintings that adorned every corner. Timothy's eyes lit up with excitement as he spotted a stall selling freshly squeezed juices, and we eagerly sampled the array of tropical flavors on offer.

Soon enough, we were back to walking along the beaches, soaking in the last rays of sun. I couldn’t help but sulk as the last bits of light faded away, knowing that tomorrow would bring more complications.

"Come on, Evie," Timothy said, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. "Try to cheer up. We've had an amazing time here, and we'll have plenty of adventures waiting for us back home."

I forced a smile, though I still felt conflicted on the inside. “Hopefully not deadly ones. I’m just hoping that things will go back to normal. Oh, speaking o which…”

I paused, halting our stroll, to check my phone and saw several missed calls from Aria and Lucas. My heart sank as I realized that I had been so caught up in our own drama that I had neglected to keep in touch with my friends and let them know what was going on.

With a heavy heart, I dialed their numbers and was immediately bombarded with questions. Aria's voice was filled with concern, while Lucas's tone was more accusatory.

"What's going on, Evie?" Aria demanded. "We've been trying to reach you for hours."

"I'm sorry," I replied, my voice tinged with guilt. "It's been a crazy few days. I'll explain everything when I get back."

After reassuring them that I was okay and promising to fill them in later, I ended the call and turned to Timothy. "We should probably start heading back," I said, my voice tinged with sadness. "Our taxi will be here soon."

Timothy nodded, his expression somber. "Yeah, let's go," he said, taking my hand in his as we made our way back to the hotel.

When we arrived at the private hanger, Andy surprised us when it looked like he hadn’t brough anything with him. He shrugged, as though it were natural. I looked at Timothy, confused.

“He’s going to stay here and watch over Dad,” he told me.

“Until he gets better,” Andy added. “Which will hopefully be soon. They just pumped his stomach again, but he’s starting to get some healthy color back.”

My heart clenched with worry at the thought of leaving him behind, but Andy assured us that he would keep Kamran safe until then.

As we boarded the jet and settled into our seats, I found myself clinging to Timothy. The engine roared to life, drowning out the sound of my racing thoughts as we prepared for takeoff.

The flight back home was a somber one, the weight of recent events hanging heavy in the air. Timothy and I sat together in silence, lost in our own thoughts as we watched the world pass by outside the window.

As the jet touched down on home soil, a sense of relief washed over me. We had made it back safely, and now it was time to face whatever lay ahead.

But as we stepped off the jet, I couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding that lingered in the back of my mind. There were still unanswered questions, still loose ends to tie up.

But for now, all I could do was hold onto Timothy's hand and promise myself that everything would be fine.