Married To My Ex's Brother, Reborn Miraculously-Chapter 259: Lorie and Robert are dead

"I do know the truth," Denis snapped, his frustration boiling over. "Why can’t you believe me for once?"

He grabbed her by the shoulders, shoving her back against the wall. The desperation in his eyes bordered on madness. "He is lying to you. He is hiding things. And you are too blind to see it. He has a lot of enemies who can target you to get back at him. You have no idea what kind of danger is looming around..."

Anne stiffened under his grip, her heart racing in fury.

"Get off me."

She shoved Denis back with all her strength and, in the same breath, raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face.

Denis stumbled a step back, stunned, his hand flying to his cheek.

Her chest heaved with fury, her eyes blazing. "Don’t forget I’m married to your cousin. You don’t get to touch me. Don’t ever cross that line again."

For a heartbeat, Denis didn’t move—just glared at her, his body shaking with fury.

"You’ll regret this," he growled before storming out of the room.

The moment he was gone, Anne sagged back, her shoulder hitting the wall. One hand pressed to her chest as she tried to steady her breath, the shock of the confrontation still rattling through her.

Down the hall, Sam had just returned from breakfast. The sight of Denis charging out of the room set off alarm bells in his head. His instincts screamed that something was wrong.

He rushed inside and found Anne leaning against the wall, pale and visibly shaken.

"Madam, are you okay?"

Anne didn’t respond. Instead, she suddenly turned and rushed into the bathroom. A moment later, the sound of retching echoed out.

Sam stood frozen, unsure of whether to follow or call for help. His eyes darted left and right, and then he reached for his phone, about to dial.

"I’m fine, Sam... Don’t worry," Anne said weakly from inside the bathroom.

Before Sam could respond, another voice cut through the room.

"What’s going on here?"

Sam spun around to find Augustine standing in the doorway.

Sam froze under Augustine’s piercing gaze, his face draining of color. He knew that look, the quiet, calculating intensity that meant nothing slipped past him. If Augustine found out Denis had come to see Anne, the consequences wouldn’t be light.

Before Sam could even utter a word, Anne’s calm voice broke the tension.

"It’s nothing," she said, stepping out of the bathroom, her face composed despite the paleness in her cheeks. "I just felt a bit nauseous."

She shot Sam a small, knowing glance.

"Sam panicked when he heard me throwing up, that’s all," she added, offering a reassuring smile.

Sam exhaled, the weight lifted from his shoulders. For the second time, Anne had shielded him.

"I’m fine now," she continued gently. "You should go rest. Augustine is here, and the doctor said I can be discharged."

Sam bowed with gratitude. "Thank you, Madam." Without another word, he left the room.

Augustine walked over and placed the takeout bag on the table, then moved toward Anne. His hand reached up, brushing his handkerchief across her forehead, wiping away the faint sheen of sweat.

"You sure you are okay? Should I call the doctor?"

Anne gave a small laugh, touched by his concern. "No. It’s just nausea. Pretty normal."

Then she stepped closer, wrapped her arms around him, and buried her face against his chest. "I don’t need a doctor," she whispered. "I just need this."

He enveloped his arms around her. His chin rested lightly on her head, and for a few seconds, they stood there hugging each other. The tension in her chest finally melted in his warmth.

After a quiet moment, he whispered, "I brought you a sandwich. Let’s eat."

Anne pulled back with a nod. They sat together on the hospital bed and began to eat.

As they almost finished eating, Augustine’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen—a message from Gustave. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

’We found something disturbing. I need to talk to you.’

Augustine’s expression didn’t change, but he quickly locked the screen before Anne could look over.

"You done eating?" he asked casually, slipping the phone into his pocket.

Anne nodded, finishing her last bite and brushing the crumbs from her fingers.

"I’ll check with the nurse about your discharge papers," Augustine said, rising to his feet. "Then I’ll take you home."

But Anne shook her head. "Can I stay a little longer with Audrey?"

Augustine hesitated. He remembered Lucien’s message—he had landed and would be arriving at the hospital any minute now. If Anne stayed and Lucien showed up, things could get complicated.

"She is still asleep," he said gently, trying to nudge her toward leaving. "Let’s not wake her. I’ll bring you back tomorrow, I promise."

"I won’t wake her," Anne insisted. "I just want to see her. Just for a moment. I need to."

She wanted to see Audrey for herself, to know, with her own eyes, that her friend was really okay.

Augustine studied her for a moment, then finally relented with a sigh. "Alright. She is just two doors down. Go ahead."

Anne offered him a small, grateful smile and slipped out of the room.

Augustine stood still for a beat after Anne slipped out of sight, his eyes lingering on the door she had disappeared through. Then he stepped into the hallway as he called Gustave.

"Now tell me what is going on?" he asked.

"Lorie and Robert are dead," Gustave said grimly. "At first glance, it looked like they killed each other. But when we examined the scene more closely, there were signs that someone else might have been there."

Augustine’s features tightened, but he said nothing, letting Gustave continue.

"We are still investigating. Nothing conclusive yet. Also, we searched Patricia’s bakery and found a small plastic packet in the trash can. It had traces of a white powder. We think that might be the poison used in the cupcakes. We’ve already sent it to the lab for testing. We’ll have answers soon."

"Understood," Augustine said, his expression hardening. "Meet me at the office in an hour."

He ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket. Without wasting a moment, he headed down the corridor to finalize Anne’s discharge.

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