Countdown to My Divorce (Rachel and William) novel Chapter 292

Hearing Jim call his name, Tyler stopped walking.

Jim looked worried as he said, “Tyler, I’m counting on you to take care of Rachel.”

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At this moment, the only person he trusted to look after Rachel wa Tyler. As for William, the cause of Rachel’s injury was still unclear.

Tyler nodded solemnly. “Don’t worry, Jim. She’ll be fine.” Then he picked up his pace and ran out of the house.

Jim quickly ordered the servants, “Get the car ready!”

With Rachel in his arms, Tyler practically sped all the way to the hospital, completely disregarding traffic laws. No matter how congested the roads were, he swerved through like a madman.

He even collided with several cars along the way

Yale sat in the back seat, sweating bullets as he watched Tyler drive like a man possessed. He had been with Tyler for many years, and no matter what the situation, Tyler had always handled things calmly. But today, he was completely unhinged.

Yale feared for his life with every sharp turn. At the same time, he was pressing gauze to the wound on Rachel’s head with all the strength he could muster.

If she lost too much blood, she might not even make it to the hospital alive.

Tyler’s driving was so reckless that Yale’s stomach churned. He felt like he was about to throw up, but this was a life–or–death situation, and he dared not make a sound.

His heart was in his throat the whole way. He could only clench his jaw and hope for the best.

Thankfully, despite all the close calls, they arrived safely at the hospital. Yale let out a huge sigh of relief. He felt like he’d just brushed shoulders with death.

Tyler had already contacted the doctors in advance, and by the time the car screeched to a halt, the medical team was waiting. The moment they opened the car door, Rachel was rushed straight inside and into the operating room.

As the doors shut behind her, it was like the strength drained from Tyler’s body. He slumped into a chair and looked utterly spent.

After vomiting outside, Yale came in with a pale face and an empty stomach. He composed himself before walking over to Tyler.

“Mr. Hunt.”

Tyler rested for just a moment before suddenly rising to his feet and grabbing Yale by the collar. The veins on his arms bulged as his voice turned ice–cold. “Go tell Xavier. Whatever it takes, I want her alive!”

Yale was startled by Tyler’s fury, but he quickly nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Not long after, the rest of the Lloyd family rushed in. Worried sick, Jim approached Tyler, who was still seated.

“Tyler, how is she?”

“She’s in the operating room now,” Tyler replied in a hoarse voice

Jim clenched his fists. His expression was gloomy. Suddenly, he turned toward William, grabbed him by the collar, and shouted, “You owe me an explanation! How the hell did Rachel get hurt like that? What happened between the two of you?”

William stood there with his brows furrowed, but he didn’t fight back or get angry. He just remained silent.

The hallway was so quiet, it was suffocating.

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Chapter 292

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