From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 121

It was a man in his late forties, maybe early fifties, standing by the row of plastic chairs in the hospital corridor.

He was a little on the heavy side, dressed in a charcoal suit, with his hair slicked neatly back—just the way he always wore it.

Even from behind, Olivia Bennett could recognize him anywhere, even if he were nothing but ashes. That was her uncle, Mason Bennett.

The moment Olivia spotted him, Mason must have sensed something, because he turned around and glanced in her direction.

Olivia ducked quickly behind the wall.

She pressed her back to the cool plaster, trying to steady her breath, when a small, piping voice caught her ear.

“Dad!”

Olivia’s brow creased. Something about that voice didn’t sit right.

She peeked out, just in time to see a little boy, maybe five or six, run up to Mason and wrap his chubby arms around Mason’s leg.

“Dad!” the boy repeated.

His face was the spitting image of Mason’s—same nose, same stubborn chin.

Mason let out a soft “Hey there,” and bent down to scoop the boy up. “How’s Edward feeling now? Still sick?”

“He’s much better,” said the woman standing beside them, worry etched across her face. She let out a sigh. “This morning scared me half to death—his cheeks were all flushed.”

“Glad he’s okay,” Mason said, feeling Edward’s forehead with the back of his hand. He shot the woman a look. “You need to watch him closer.”

The woman bristled. “I do, whenever I’m home! It’s that babysitter you hired, Susan. As soon as Edward’s asleep, she’s glued to her phone. He kicks off his blanket and no one notices.”

Mason pressed his lips together, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “I’ll get rid of Susan, then, and find you someone better. But you need to spend more time at home too, not just running off to the spa or shopping all the time.”

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