Melina glanced at Hannah warmly.
“It’s fine by me if it works for you, Miss Glyn,” Hannah replied with a composed smile.
Turning to Bryson, Hannah announced, “Mr. Mitchell, I’ll take my leave now.”
While displeased, Bryson conceded, “Let me know once you’re home.”
“WiLL do.”
Melina’s car was a customized silver Lamborghini. She tossed her bag onto the back seat and gestured for Hannah to hop in.
Hannah gracefully slid into the passenger seat and buckled up.
The car quietly rolled out of the Mitchell estate. Darkness had already settled in, and the roadside lights offered only a faint glow, creating a serene atmosphere.
“Miss Moore, I’m aware you’re the doctor Bryson has enlisted for Grace’s care. I sincerely hope Grace recovers soon. I’ve known Bryson since we were kids and consider Grace like a sister. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask me. The Glyn and Mitchell families have been tight-knit for generations. I also share a close bond with Bryson. So don’t worry, you’re not bothering me.”
Hannah tightened her fist and stared into the distance, a subtle sadness clouding her mood.
She remained quiet, unsure of what to say.
Gripping the wheel, Melina glanced over at Hannah, who had her eyes cast down. With a cheerful expression, Melina inquired, “Miss Moore, do you think I’m overly chatty? My apologies. I tend to ramble when the topic is Bryson.”
“No worries.” Lifting her gaze, Hannah offered Melina a smile.
“I’m not familiar with Mr. Mitchell. How about sharing some stories from your childhood?”
Caught off guard by Hannah’s suggestion, Melina hesitated before answering, “Sure, Bryson had his fair share of amusing childhood antics.”
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As they drove, Melina regaled Hannah with tales of Bryson’s youth.
Eager to steer the conversation, Hannah subtly brought up Golden Bay, where she’d had a near-drowning experience a decade ago.
“Golden Bay?” Melina pondered for a moment and shook her head.
“I doubt Bryson would frequent such a place.”
Just as she finished speaking, Melina sensed that Hannah had a specific reason for mentioning Golden Bay. She halted the car at a red light and looked intently at Hannah, who was seated beside her.
“Miss Moore, did you cross paths with Bryson ten years ago?”
“No.” Hannah shook her head, dispelling the idea.
“Students often go to Golden Bay for recreation, so I was just curious.”
“Bryson was far from your average student back then. He wouldn’t have gone to such a place for leisure.”