Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 266

Lionel was still in agony, his body so tense it felt on the verge of exploding. The pain from his wounds kept him grounded in reality, but it also made him acutely aware of the desperate torment raging through him.

Yet Juliette’s words just moments ago had been like a fresh spring rain, soothing him from the inside out and dampening the wildfire that threatened to consume him.

When Lionel finally stopped hurting himself, Juliette let out a silent sigh of relief.

A few minutes later, the ambulance arrived. Juliette went with Lionel to the hospital.

Inside the ambulance, the paramedics gave Lionel a sedative and tended to the cuts on his arm and shoulder.

The young nurse riding with them glanced at Juliette’s rumpled hair, the faint red marks peeking out from beneath her collar, and her slightly swollen lips. She hesitated, then gently said, “Once we get to the hospital, you might want to get yourself checked out as well.”

Juliette froze for a moment, then quickly understood the nurse’s meaning.

The nurse must have thought she’d been assaulted—that’s why she suggested getting checked, just in case evidence needed to be collected.

Juliette silently thanked her stars for biting Lionel as hard as she could. If she hadn’t, she really might need that kind of examination right now.

“I’m fine, but thank you,” Juliette replied with a small, polite smile, not wanting to explain further.

The nurse let it go at that.

Soon, they reached the hospital. Juliette handled Lionel’s admission paperwork.

After an exam, the doctor confirmed Lionel had ingested a drugged drink. There was nothing to do now but wait for his body to metabolize it naturally.

“When I got there, he was alone on the couch in a private lounge. At first, I thought he was just drunk, but as soon as I got closer, I realized something was wrong—he’d definitely had something spiked, and it had already started taking effect. I tried to call an ambulance, but then…”

She trailed off, unable to bring herself to describe what happened next.

Willow, at nineteen, had found herself in a similar situation once. Back then, Beasley had downed some heavily spiked wine, and she had made a very different decision from Juliette.

She’d used her own body as the man’s “cure”—and in the end, all she got was a reputation as a scheming, ruthless woman.

“Lettie, you did everything right,” Willow said quietly. “If only I’d been as clear-headed as you back then.”

She hadn’t regretted her choice at the time, but now she’d give anything to erase it from her past.