The moment Darren collapsed, Bradley shrugged off his suit jacket and knelt by his side, pressing expertly against the wound to staunch the bleeding.
“Darren! Darren! Don’t you dare leave me!”
Xena rushed to his side, tears streaming down her face as panic set in.
All around them, chaos erupted.
Charlotte stood apart, her gaze lowered as she stared at Darren’s face—pale as paper, eyes tightly shut. From start to finish, she said nothing.
It wasn’t until the ambulance arrived, and the bodyguards lifted Darren onto the stretcher, hustling him toward the waiting vehicle, that anyone moved with purpose.
Xena hurried after them, sobbing uncontrollably.
The wail of sirens faded into the night.
Bradley turned to Charlotte. “If you want to go with them, I’ll take you.”
Charlotte looked up at him, her lips curved in a cool, detached smile. “Why would I? Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me anymore.”
Bradley’s eyes darkened at her words.
He’d thought, after all Darren had done for her—taken a blow for her sake—she’d at least be worried. But there was nothing on her face but calm indifference.
Whether she was faking it or not, Bradley chose to respect her wishes. “Alright. Let me get you out of here.”
Before leaving, he shot a glance at the staff member cowering in the corner—the one responsible for the “accident.” Something cold and dangerous flickered in his eyes.
—
Within minutes, news of Astra’s scandal spread like wildfire.
“Harrington Group CEO Darren Rushed to Intensive Care!”
The story dominated every major news outlet, sparking heated conversations from city streets to quiet suburbs.
Late that night, in the hospital’s VIP suite—
A thick bandage wrapped around Darren’s forehead. When he finally drifted out of his long coma, his voice was a hoarse whisper. “Charlotte…”
At his bedside, Xena was already in tears, her voice trembling with excitement. “Darren, I’m here! You’re awake—oh, thank God, you’re finally awake!”
Darren turned his stiff neck and saw Xena. The light in his eyes faded.
As his groggy mind struggled to focus, Charlotte’s words before the accident echoed uncontrollably in his head:
“He said he wanted to spend his life creating an artificial heart, and that same year, I wrote the thesis for him.”
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