Page 71 of My Small Town Silver Fox Billionaire

“Yes. It’s for someone that I care about a lot. I want to make things right, and I need your help to do it.” And I write down the name and any other details I know.

Rebecca laughs at my words, cupping her hand to her mouth. I sit there, looking at her, and shrug.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, it’s just interesting seeing you this soft, sir. I’ll get that taken care of right away and see what information I can get on the animal sanctuary for you.”Do I detect a smirk on her face?

She salutes and leaves, and as the door closes, I smile. I know that dealing with Herbert would change the company, and if I agreed to all of his demands, things could be different.

I can’t, however. I can’t go on without telling Sara how I feel and the truth behind my feelings. I want to make things up to her.

Even if she hates me after this, I’ll accept the penance and what will come of this.

Chapter twenty-five

Sara

I pull up to the sanctuary, but only one light is on. It’s not the store, but instead it’s the light in May’s personal room. As I get out of the car, I look around.

It feels quieter than usual, almost like something happened. I hesitate, looking for any signs of what’s going on.

It’s been a minute since I’ve come here. I don’t know what’s been happening besides the seasonal changes with the animals.

I approach the door and knock. There’s no answer. After I grab the knob, I twist it, opening the door.

“May?”

No response. The whole place is dark like it’s dead or something. With hesitation, I slowly walk over to the door with the light on. Coughing echoes, and when I stop, I hear a moan of pain.

“May, are you okay?”

I open the door, seeing May on the bed. She coughs, holding her hand to her lips. When I approach, I fake a smile, but I’m worried. It’s not like May to just cough like crazy like this.

“May!”

She waves slightly before letting out a final hacking cough.

“Sara, there you are.”

I approach, sitting on the chair next to the bed. I clutch her hands and hold them tightly.

“Is everything okay? I came as soon as I heard—”

“I’m all right,” she insists. I just got a little sick the last couple of days. It won’t be a problem.”

“Are you sure?”

May nods. “You know how I am. I’m not some little weakling, you know.”

“I know, but still. You’ve got to take care of yourself.”

“I know, dear.”

“I’m sorry, I would’ve come sooner,” I reply, feeling guilty. It’s not easy to be in two places at once. May’s pruned hand waves almost lifelessly.

“That’s not what I asked you to come to talk about.”

“What do you mean?”

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