The Captain I Married by Chance novel Chapter 570

It carried the cold detachment of a man who had seen too much.

"What kind of information could those idiots possibly offer?" The Driver sneered.

"Especially Leonard Hayes. Spouting all that noble nonsense when everyone knows exactly what he did."

"Trashing his family and dressing up his affairs like it was a tragic necessity. Disgusting."

Arthur chuckled softly.

"Men like that are the easiest to manipulate."

"Manipulate?"

The Driver glanced back again. "You plan on using him?"

Arthur half-closed his eyes, humming dismissively.

"You don't know who his daughter is, do you?"

The Driver frowned. "Is she important?"

Arthur's smile grew predatory.

He had meticulously curated the guest list for tonight's gathering.

Every single man in that room had been thoroughly vetted and background-checked.

Leonard had smugly believed his sob story was bulletproof, assuming Arthur would never bother fact-checking a stranger's family drama.

So he hadn't worried about his lies being exposed.

He had no idea Arthur had already dug through his life with a fine-tooth comb.

Arthur knew right from the start that the estranged eldest daughter was Nora Hayes.

It was fascinating.

The woman Nathan was about to marry was Leonard's blood.

And Leonard was completely in the dark.

Arthur's interest in Nora was escalating rapidly.

He needed to know everything about her dynamic with Nathan.

And more importantly, whether she posed a threat to his overarching plans.

"She's vital."

She kicked the covers off, but before her feet could even touch the floor, the door swung open.

Harold Peyton stood in the doorway. He stared at the two of them in the cramped bed, blinked, and then shot his grandson a look of utter, exasperated disbelief.

Moving with an agility that defied his age, Harold slammed the door shut.

His voice filtered through the wood. "I seem to have forgotten the breakfast spread in the car. I'll go fetch it. You two wash up and get ready to eat."

As the sound of his footsteps retreated down the hall, Nora dropped her head into her hands, utterly defeated.

"Did you do that on purpose?" she asked weakly.

If his grandfather misunderstood the situation, she would never be able to look the man in the eye again.

Nathan chuckled, reaching out to smooth her tangled hair. "It's his fault for coming so early. Don't worry, he won't go gossiping. Besides—"

"Besides what?" she asked, her spirit completely broken.

"He knows me too well. A hospital bed is far too small for me to actually get anything done, so he won't jump to any wild conclusions."

Nora stared at him in disbelief.

She silently prayed for patience before she smothered him with a pillow.