LEWIS POV
I woke up feeling confident that morning. It had been a while since the incident, and I hadn't visited Ariana in the hospital or spoken to her on the phone.
I knew she wasn't seriously hurt; she was just milking the situation for attention.
I didn't expect a warm welcome when I see her - a slap in the face was more likely, considering I had crossed her by not sending Margaret to jail.
After getting dressed in a shirt and trousers and a polished shoe, I grabbed a trench coat and slung it over my arm.
As I walked downstairs, I swung the coat over my shoulder and put it on.
As I stepped outside, I saw my driver already waiting by the car.
I let out a sigh and walked towards him. He opened the door for me, and I got in. Once I was settled, he closed the door and took his place behind the wheel.
"Where can I take you, sir?" he asked.
I smiled slyly to myself. "To the hospital. I want to see my wife."