Chapter 46 The Woman Who Died in the Hotel
Albert strode toward them, grabbing Florence’s arm and snatching her suitcase from Charles.
“Since I, your husband, am here, there’s no need to trouble Mr. Foster,” he said.
His grip was like a vise, and Florence winced in pain. She wrenched her arm free.
Albert let out a cold, sardonic laugh. “What, you’d rather touch a stranger than your husband? Florence, I never realized you were such a tramp.”
The moment he finished speaking, Florence raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face.
“Albert, watch your mouth!” she yelled.
Her beautiful, typically gentle eyes were now cold as ice. She raised her hand to strike him again, but this time, Albert caught her wrist and twisted it. Florence lost her balance and stumbled
backward.
Just as she was about to fall, a pair of hands caught her. It was Charles.
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Once Florence was steady on her feet, Charles stepped in front of Albert. His eyes fixed on Albert as if he were looking at a dead thing. A sudden chill ran down Albert’s spine, his blood turning
to ice.
“You really are not worthy of being Florence’s husband,” Charles said, his voice low and menacing. “If I see you lay a hand on her again, you won’t have any use of them anymore.”
Albert was taken aback by Charles‘ warning, so much so that he
couldn’t even muster a retort.
Charles picked up Florence’s suitcase again and turned to Albert. “Which room is Florence’s?” he asked coldly.
Albert managed to compose himself somewhat, though his voice was no longer as harsh. “She shares a room with me. I’ll take her upstairs.”
“I will not share a room with you!” Florence objected immediately. “Get me another room.”
Albert’s face darkened.
In the end, Florence got her way, and a separate room was arranged for her.
Before Florence could even reach the elevator, a reporter–like figure approached Albert. “Mr. Morris,” he began, “you still haven’t explained to me why that woman was found dead in her
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room! Was it food poisoning? If so, then your hotel has a serious health hazard. With so many guests staying here, aren’t you afraid of another fatality?”
Albert’s face darkened at the barrage of questions while Florence listened on with a confused expression.
The reporter quickly recognized Florence and immediately turned his attention to her. “Mrs. Morris,” he inquired, “what are your thoughts on this death at your husband’s hotel? Is simply hauling the body off to the morgue the best way to handle this? Will the next step be cremation without even contacting the deceased’s family?
“Don’t you think this approach is excessive and disrespectful to the deceased? Are you just going to stand by and watch your husband treat human life with such disregard?”
Before Florence could utter a word, Albert, unable to contain his anger, interrupted the reporter. “Disregard for human life? I didn’t kill her! What was I supposed to do, keep her corpse in
the hotel?”
By now, Florence had grasped the situation.
It seemed Albert was indeed at the hotel to deal with a serions matter. A guest had died. The press had gotten wind of it, putting Albert in a challenging position. If the story blew up, it could severely damage the hotel’s reputation.
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Florence, remembering that the hotel was Ruby’s life’s work, looked sternly at the aggressive reporter. “Do you have any proof that the guest died from food poisoning caused by eating food from our hotel?”
The reporter immediately retorted, “Although there’s no evidence, the person’s death clearly indicates poisoning. Not only did you not explain the cause to the customers, but you also immediately took the body to the funeral home without even calling the police. Isn’t that suspicious?”
Florence cursed Albert inwardly. To minimize the impact, Albert had taken the body directly to the funeral home, which had backfired and given the reporter ammunition.
“Although the body was taken to the funeral home, we did call the police shortly after,” Albert interjected. “The medical examiner is already investigating the woman’s actual cause of death.”
As he finished speaking, Tyler, who was standing nearby, subconsciously glanced at Charles. Charles‘ expression remained unchanged as if he were a spectator watching a play.
But Florence noticed this exchange. She couldn’t help but wonder why Tyler looked at Charles at that moment.
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