Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 63

She said it made her feel close, because her father used to call her mother that way when he was alive.

The woman in front of him was much thinner than Emilia.

And this woman—she was Christian's mistress, someone he was supporting, and only ten days ago, she'd lost Christian's child.

He and Emilia had gone to city hall six days ago. The night before their appointment, they'd even spent the night together.

So, this woman couldn't possibly be Emilia.

Christian, noticing something was wrong, was already striding over.

"Christian let you come film a reality show when you're this badly hurt?" Tyler spoke up suddenly, the words tumbling out before he could stop himself. He wasn't even sure why he said it.

"That's not really any of your business, Mr. Erickson," Emilia replied coolly.

Tyler frowned, about to say more, but Christian reached them first.

Emilia's vision blurred; she was barely holding it together and leaned against Christian for support.

"Sh—Serena!" Christian was frantic, immediately steadying her and shooting Tyler a murderous glare.

Christian seemed ready to say more, but Emilia just waved him off.

Tyler pressed his lips together, silent.

Watching the way Christian held her, the intimacy between them, Tyler found himself speaking again, inexplicably bitter: "She's this badly hurt, and you still let her work?"

Christian rolled his eyes.

As if her injuries weren't Tyler's fault in the first place.

He still remembered what Joyce told him at the hospital: Emilia had suffered a mild concussion from the accident, but if she'd stayed in bed, the baby might have been fine.

But Tyler, in his rush to protect Vivienne, had pushed Emilia, sending her tumbling down the stairs.

The baby was gone, and Emilia was left with bruises and injuries all over—she was lucky nothing was broken.

They were about to head back to the van just now, but Tyler had insisted on talking to Emilia alone.

So what right did he have to criticize now?

Christian wanted nothing more than to tear into Tyler, to show him why people called him the angriest man in Alden City. But seeing how unwell Emilia looked, he only spat, "None of your damn business," scooped Emilia into his arms, and strode back toward the van.

Tyler watched them go, frowning. The sight of the woman's dark hair trailing over Christian's strong arms made something flare inside him—jealousy, sharp and sour.

That would be enough.

Her phone buzzed again.

Emilia glanced down—another message from Tyler.

…

The rain was coming down hard.

As people trickled out of the Voice of the Divine taping, they scattered in all directions, hurrying to cars and buses.

For the sake of the broadcast, no one had been allowed to bring a phone or any electronics inside the studio.

So it was only now, stepping out into the rain, that they could check their phones.

All day long, Voice of the Divine had dominated the trending topics, and now, the live audience was scrolling through the gossip.

Most people were caught up in the rumors—but a few started asking questions.

Why did "Yesterday Once More" sound nothing like it had during the live show?