Chapter 138 I Didn't Know

• Xavier's eyes snapped open as the shrill ring of his phone shattered the night's silence. Lying next to him, Cathleen's silhouette was tense even in sleep—like a coiled spring, ready to unleash fury at the slightest provocation. He slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her precarious serenity.
• "Talk to me," he rasped into the phone, his voice laced with gravelly slumber.
• "Sir, you need to come downstairs. I found the woman who delivered the juice to Cathleen." Caleb's voice was urgent, a tinge of excitement belying his professional facade.