Isla stayed hospitalized, and the butler stopped by that evening to check in.
She'd been quietly anxious all day, but once he assured her that Grayson was fully aware of the situation and had already promised to look into everything no consequences, just rest and recovery the knot in her chest finally loosened.
Thank god. He believed the real story.
The maid set a change of clothes at the foot of Isla's bed, bowed, and stepped out.
On her way out, Isla caught her murmuring something to Grayson about taking good care of himself.
"Phew... thank god the real Grayson doesn't have a problem with any of this." Isla had genuinely feared getting blamed if word had gotten out about the whole hotel-waitress job she'd kept hidden, that would've been a whole separate disaster.
"Mr. Vale, aren't
