When the Flame of Love Fades (Sierra) novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270 The Line That Can’t Be Crossed

Johnathan had barely left when Sierra’s phone rang. Unknown number.

“Hello?”

There was a beat of silence. She checked the screen, thinking it was a wrong number. Just as she moved to hang up, a voice she knew too well spoke.

“Long time no see.”

Sierra went still.

Shane.

She’d almost managed to forget him, to bury those three years like they were nothing but a nightmare she’d finally woken up from. But hearing his voice was enough to remind her–she hadn’t escaped anything. Not really.

“What do you want?” she said.

“Just thought I’d see how you’re doing,” Shane said casually, like they were old friends.

“Yeah? Well, I don’t want to see you.”

She moved to hang up.

“You’re awfully confident now,” he added. “Must be nice, having Johnathan behind you. But are you really so sure of your place? You think the Wynn family’s gonna accept someone like you?”

“Not your concern,” she snapped, and hung up before he could say another word.

Then she blocked the number.

Her good mood was gone in a flash. She didn’t know what Shane was up to, but she knew him well enough to guess–it wasn’t anything good.

She considered telling Johnathan, but after a moment, decided to wait.

Right now, he had enough on his plate.

At that exact moment, Johnathan was arriving at the Wynn family’s private hospital.

As soon as he walked in, he was stopped.

“The patriarch says no visitors.”

It was one of his grandfather’s oldest aides. Loyal. Trusted.

Johnathan’s expression didn’t change, but his chest tightened.

“How is he?”

The man sighed. “Sir… he really was upset. He collapsed the night of the party. The doctors say if this keeps up, there’s a serious risk of a stroke. You know how old he is. And he loves you, more than anyone. Please… think about him.”

Johnathan looked toward the tightly closed door. He stood there for a few seconds, then turned and left.

Right outside the hospital doors, he ran straight into Chase.

Father and son locked eyes like two enemies on a battlefield.

“How long are you planning to hold this grudge?” Chase said.

Johnathan stared back, cold and quiet.

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