ames stepped out of the elevator and nearly collided with Stewart.
Stewart’s expression was dark, his face set in a stormy scowl. Without so much as a glance at James, he hrushed past him and strode straight into the elevator
James frowned and turned to look back just as the elevator doors slid shut behind Stewart
“What’s got him in such a hurry? Something happen to Rosita?” he muttered to himself with a shrug, then headed down the hall into the studio
After dropping his things off in the restoration room, James made his way to the office in search of Briony.
She was at her desk, head bowed, one hand pressed to her temple. She looked pale and worn out.
James rapped his knuckles lightly on the surface of her desk. Briony’s hand stilled and she glanced up at him, eyes tired
“What was Stewart doing here again?” James asked.
“He thinks I was the one who leaked everything last night.”
James’s brows knit together. “Leaked wha
Briony gave him a quick rundown of the situation.
When she finished, James let out a low whistle, clearly annoyed. “Stewart really knows how to get under your skin, doesn’t he? But seriously, who was behind that leak? Hardly anyone even knows you and Stewart are secretly married. If it wasn’t you and it wasn’t me, then who?”
1 wish I knew,” Briony replied, closing her eyes and sighing heavily. “But right now, there’s nothing I can do–can’t go to court, can’t expose the truth. I honestly have no idea what I’m supposed to do next.”
James fell silent, at a loss for words.
Dealing with a man like Stewart–what a stroke of rotten luck.
At the hospital, outside the emergency room-
Quentin arrived to find Rosita still inside, fighting for her life.
Her condition was truly critical. Bag after bag of blood was rushed through the swinging doors to the rescue team inside.
Quentin looked grim. The moment he spotted Stewart, he lunged for him–but thankfully, Cedric Clarke reacted in time, grabbing hold of Quentin and dragging him back before things could escalate.
“Director Lockwood, take it easy, don’t make this worse!” Cedric pleaded, having to use real force to keep Quentin away from Stewart.
Quentin glared at Stewart with icy fury. “I’m warning you–if Rosita doesn’t make it, I’ll make you pay for this!” Stewart only stared back, his eyes cold and unreadable. Quentin’s threats rolled right off him.
At that moment, Stewart had only one thought: Rosita can’t die.
He’d made a promise–to look after her and her son for the rest of their lives.
If Rosita died, he’d never be able to face that person again….
Another bag of blood was rushed into the ER.
Cedric kept a tight grip on Quentin, staying close in case he tried anything rash.
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Chapter 147
Time crawled by, minute by agonizing minute.
After what felt like an eternity, the light above the ER finally flickered off.
Director Charles stepped out, pulling the sweat–soaked mask from his face.
Quentin was the first to rush over. “How is she?”
Director Charles let out a weary breath “She made it through. She’s alive, but she won’t wake up right away. We’ll need to keep her under intensive care for at least forty–eight hours.”
Quentin finally let out the breath he’d been holding, relief flooding his face.
Stewart’s lashes trembled. He slowly unclenched his fists.
Rosita was transferred into the ICU for close monitoring.
For the next two days, Stewart and Quentin barely left the hospital.
Rosita remained unconscious.
Director Charles explained her depression had been severe even before this, and after losing so much blood, it was as if her body had been completely emptied and refilled. The fact that she survived was a miracle in itself.
As for when–or if–she would wake up, that would depend on her will to live.
Quentin’s resentment towards Stewart only deepened.
But Stewart ignored him completely, never once acknowledging Quentin’s hostility.
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