The Sway and Slide of Love

When Dylan locked eyes with Hendrix, he even chuckled. "Mr. Freeman, thank you for coming all the way here in the middle of the night. But the doctor just said that Mr. Swift is stable now, so-"

"Dylan, just what are you trying to do?" Hendrix didn't have time for small talk or pretenses. He cut straight to the point, his gaze sharp and icy as he looked at Dylan.

Dylan raised an eyebrow. Then, he said, "Mr. Freeman, what do you mean by "

"A man who would kill for money suddenly decides to take care of his deceased friend's parents." Hendrix chuckled coldly. "Do you really think I'd believe that?"

"Kill for money? Mr. Freeman, who are you talking about?"

"You know exactly who I'm talking about."

Dylan didn't say a word. He simply frowned at Hendrix, his gaze filled with confusion—almost as if he couldn't understand how he had been so thoroughly misunderstood.

"You can leave now," Hendrix said. "I'll have professionals take care of Mr. Swift. You're not needed."

"But I've already promised Mrs. Swift. Should I call her now and tell her you don't want me here?" Dylan asked earnestly.

Hendrix's expression darkened.

Dylan smiled faintly, then asked seriously, "Mr. Freeman, haven't you realized that the person who shouldn't be here is actually you?"

Hendrix clenched his hands tightly.

"Seline and I were friends. Can you say the same? What exactly are you to the Swift family? Just someonez looking after them for Noelle's sake? But have you ever stopped to think about whether they even want to see you?

"They may not blame Noelle for Seline's death anymore, but I'm pretty sure what they really want is to forget the whole thing altogether. So, I suggest you and Noelle stay away from them for now. Honestly, that would be better for Noelle, too."

...

Hendrix didn't take Dylan's advice. Even though he left the hospital, he still made

a call to arrange for the best caregivers to look after Marshall.

After all, with Seline gone, Marshall was now Marla's only support. If anything were to happen to him...

And was it really just a coincidence that Dylan happened to visit the Swifts today, right when Marshall suffered a heart attack? In the end, it was even Dylan who saved him with CPR.

Putting all these pieces together,

Hendrix didn't need to think hard tonoveldrama

know something was off. But he

didn't have any concrete evidence. Moreover, Marla clearly trusted Dylan now. So, if Hendrix went to her with these suspicions, she would likely think he was trying to drive a wedge between them.

But it didn't matter. In any case, Marshall was stable now. And once he woke up, the truth would naturally come to light.

With that in mind, Hendrix didn't linger at the hospital. He had Levi take him home.

It was very late by the time he returned to Roselle Court. But the lights in the master bedroom were still on.

When Hendrix entered, Noelle was sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through her phone. Hearing his footsteps, she immediately ran over to him. "Did something happen?"

Hendrix glanced at her phone and realized she had been searching for news about Amity Group. She was worried something had happened to him.

Chuckling, he took her hand. "It's nothing. Someone I know fell ill, so I went to the hospital to check on him."