Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 32

Seeing that she couldn't stop them or get around, Joyce cut straight to the point.

She demanded, "Was it you who ordered someone to hit Emily with their car?"

Tyler narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about? Didn't you call me here?"

Something cold flickered across his face as a thought seemed to strike him. "How is she?"

"Tyler." Joyce was growing frustrated herself. She pulled him aside. "Someone deliberately—"

But before she could finish—

"Tyler!" Vivienne had caught up.

The blood on Vivienne's face had been wiped clean; there was no way she'd let Joyce, a doctor, spot the fake blood capsules she'd used earlier.

Now, her expression was nothing but anxious. "How's Emilia?"

The moment Joyce saw Vivienne, her anger flared.

"Tyler, you came to see Emily and you brought her with you?" She jabbed a finger at Vivienne, voice sharp. "Are you trying to kill Emily with stress?"

Not wanting them anywhere near the hospital room, Joyce started dragging them toward the emergency stairwell.

Vivienne shrank behind Tyler, voice soft and trembling. "Dr. McCarthy, it's not what you think. When you called Tyler, I just happened to be in the car with him."

"It was hard to find parking, and Tyler was worried about Emilia. That's why we came up together."

Joyce nearly laughed out loud at the excuse.

She knew full well Emilia hated Vivienne, the infamous mistress, and yet here she was—tagging along as if she belonged. Was it really so impossible to wait in the car? Or go for a walk nearby? Ridiculous.

The more she thought about it, the more Joyce felt a bitter, mocking amusement.

Tyler hadn't even responded yet when Vivienne jumped in.

"Dr. McCarthy, don't you think that's a little insulting?" she retorted, her voice righteous. "There are dozens of reasons a car accident could happen. How can you just blame Tyler like that?"

She pressed on, barely giving anyone a chance to breathe. "You're the one who called Tyler here, and now that we're here, you still haven't let us see Emilia. Dr. McCarthy, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"Is it because Emilia really isn't hurt at all—and you're just afraid to let us see her?"

Vivienne's words finally pushed Joyce over the edge.

She remembered how Emilia had looked when the paramedics brought her in—battered and covered in blood. The fear that hit after learning the truth still hadn't faded.

Emilia had a rare blood type; even if she weren't pregnant, any accident would have been dangerous.

But now, she was carrying Tyler's child.