The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 52

Lester snapped back to reality, ready to speak, when suddenly a woman’s voice—one he knew all too well—came through the phone. The color drained from his face, and he instinctively glanced at Naomi.

“I’m driving back from Silverpine now. I’ll hang up for now,” York said, her tone brisk.

Before Lester could respond, the call was already disconnected.

“What happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Naomi clutched his hand, brows drawn in concern.

“My mother tried to jump off the balcony. She’s in the hospital now. They’re trying to save her.”

Naomi’s eyes widened. “Why on earth would she do that?” She couldn’t believe it. Althea was always so afraid of death—how could she suddenly try to end her own life?

“Are you sure she wasn’t pushed?”

A dark shadow crossed Lester’s face. His voice was icy. “If someone did this to her, I’ll make sure they pay for it.”

“I need to get to the hospital. I’ll call you later.”

“Of course. Your mother comes first.” Naomi put on her most sympathetic expression, but inside, she was practically giddy.

In both this life and the last, Althea had always looked down on her. Honestly, it would be a relief if she died—then no one could stand in the way of her and Lester.

As soon as Lester left, Naomi whipped out her phone and dialed her mother, her voice barely able to contain her excitement.

“Mom, that old witch Althea tried to kill herself—jumped off the balcony. She’s in the hospital now, and if she dies, nobody can stop me from being with Lester.”

“I heard. York is already on his way home. That woman just had to pick tonight to throw herself off the balcony—if not, he would’ve been with me tonight.”

“Ruined my birthday completely. Now I’m stuck celebrating alone, in a city that isn’t even home.”

“Oh, so you were on a date with Mr. Quigley tonight, that’s why you turned me down when I asked to celebrate your birthday together.” Naomi let out a laugh.

If Althea ever found out, she’d probably die of anger on the spot—her husband and son cared more about Naomi and her mother than they ever did about her.

“Well, Althea really knows how to ruin a good thing. She’s cursed.”

“Don’t be upset, Mom. Althea’s as good as dead—why let a corpse ruin your mood?”

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