Page 19 of Chaos has a Name
After taking off, the people who would be working out there would be loading onto the FBI jet that she used to head out for cases, since there were fewer of them.
Then, they’d rendezvous out West.
It would have been easier if they had more time to arrange this, but that wasn’t the case.
This was all short notice.
Three days ago, she was holding her brand-new grandson, Oliver Wyler, and now, she was about to find his namesake and kick his ass for this bullshit.
This chaos was not necessary.
In fact, this chaos had a name.
It was BULLSHITERY.
Run and hide so he didn’t have to go to chemo to try and save his life?
Oh.
Hell.
No.
There was no doubt in her mind that he was absolutely going to chemo.
She’d drag him kicking and screaming.
At that very moment, she wanted to rage, and that wasNEVERa good thing for anyone around her. Wyler was just hella lucky that she was calm more times than not.
Because had she been unable to keep her feelings in check, the shit would have hit the fan.
And everyone knew it.
Well, everyone except Wyler, who clearly didn’t care that he was stressing her the hell out.
For the last three days, she had to keep her husbands calm, and not let on too much because of the kids.
Because they didn’t know Wyler was sick.
Yet.
They were going to be heartbroken when it came finding out that their grandfather, theONLYone, was battling stage-four cancer.
Honestly, Elizabeth wasn’t sure how she was going to break that to them.
There was going to be a lot of pain in that, and she was angry that Wyler had run so she’d have to do the dirty work. With anyone else, she didn’t mind dropping the bomb.
With her kids…
No.
That wasn’t something she liked to do.
His blatant duck-and-cover while she got the blowback was just one more reason why she was annoyed.
She needed Wyler to go to chemo and take the treatment if not for his children, then for the baby birds.
His grandchildren needed him.
