Marriage Lies and a Dangerous Obsession novel Chapter 186

Chapter 186

More than an hour later, at the hospital.

Chloe was just about to head to the Rowe Estate when Mitchell came rushing over. “Mrs. Hamilton, Mr. Hamilton was in a car accident–he’s in emergency care here right now!”

Chloe blinked in disbelief. “A car accident?”

She couldn’t quite wrap her head around it.

In Kingsford, unless you were asking to get killed or trying to pull some kind of scam, nobody would ever dare go after lan.

Who would even dare to hit Ian?

Her eyes accidentally landed on Arthur, and her heart skipped a beat.

Chloe strode over, grabbed Arthur, and slammed him up against the wall.

She shot a glance at Mitchell, then lowered her voice at Arthur, “Was it you who hit Ian with your car?”

Arthur just shrugged. “Yeah. He went tattling to my grandpa, and he absolutely refused to divorce you.”

Chloe clapped a hand over his mouth and gave him a meaningful look.

She muttered in a low voice, “Your brakes failed, didn’t they?”

Arthur shook his head. “My car just passed inspection–no problems at all.”

Chloe glanced back at Mitchell, starting to break out in a cold sweat.

She kept giving Arthur covert looks. “I get it, you’re having symptoms again and came for a follow–up. Go sign in for a check–up–I’ll take a look at you before you go.”

Arthur pounded his chest and grinned, “Chloe, I’m perfectly fine. Eating great, sleeping like a baby, feeling on top of the world–I just wanted to flip the script for once.”

Chloe shot Mitchell a third anxious glance, then yanked Arthur away without another word.

Arthur might be the youngest son of a high–profile European family–born rich and privileged…

But this was Kingsford. Things worked differently here.

No matter how powerful Arthur’s family was, hitting lan meant there’s no way he’d get away clean.

Mitchell watched as Chloe left, then turned and stepped into the elevator himself.

More than an hour later, lan was transferred to a VIP‘ room.

lan’s face was dark as he demanded, “Where is she?”

Mitchell kept his mouth shut, not daring to say a word.

He’d been sent by his own boss to fetch Chloe, but she hadn’t even asked if Ian was dead or alive—just grabbed that guy and walked off without a care.

Mitchell knew better than to mention that–no way was he saying that out loud.

Ian lay there in his blue–and–white hospital gown, hooked up to an IV, looking every bit the picture of a grumpy patient.

He fixed Mitchell with an icy stare, unmoving. “I’m talking to you. Cat got your tongue?”

Mitchell faltered, his words stumbling out, “Mr. Hamilton, Mrs. Hamilton…”

Ian frowned, catching the hesitation in Mitchell’s voice. “What did she say?”

Mitchell shook his head. “She didn’t really say anything.”

But when Ian’s face went ice–cold, Mitchell quickly switched gears and nodded. “Well, she did say something.”

Ian’s chest started heaving, his hand with the IV jabbed a finger right at Mitchell.

Mitchell braced himself and blurted out, “Mrs. Hamilton asked if Mr. Logan’s brakes failed, or if maybe he wasn’t himself–feeling off or half–asleep…”

Mitchell’s words petered out, leaving him silent.

Ian’s expression darkened. “And then?”

Mitchell replied nervously, “Mrs. Hamilton left with Mr. Logan.”

Ian closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath. “Go get her again. Tell her I want her here, now!”

Mitchell hurried off to carry out the order.

Shortly after, Mitchell returned. “Mr. Hamilton, according to her assistant, Mrs. Hamilton went to the Rowe Estate.”

Ian lay rigid on the hospital bed, breathing heavily out of sheer rage.

‘Great, he thought, his anger simmering.

‘She actually doesn’t give a damn if I live or die!

Miranda and Shane rushed to the hospital the moment the news broke.

Shane glanced around the ward, fuming. “You’re lying here all busted up, so where the hell is your wife?”

Ian shot Mitchell a look.

Mitchell scrambled to answer, “Mrs. Hamilton’s out on a house call right now–she hasn’t heard about Mr. Hamilton being hurt or in the hospital yet.”

Early the next morning, Chloe made sure to put on a light touch of makeup.

She slipped into a fresh, eye–catching two–piece dress in a field blue shade, the hem hitting just above her knees. She paired it with a pair of white sneakers and pulled her hair up into a neat, high ponytail.

At eight in the morning, Chloe showed up at Ian’s hospital room, carrying a bouquet of fresh flowers.

Ian lay there on the hospital bed, his gaze fixed on Chloe the moment she stepped in, lips pressed tight in a straight, tense line.

Today, Chloe looked especially stunning–her outfit fit her perfectly and her makeup was just right, making her practically glow.

The two–piece set highlighted her curves in all the right ways, that high ponytail was fresh and youthful, and the blue dress set off a quiet, sophisticated vibe that made her look even more ethereal. Ian couldn’t help but notice how she looked younger and more vibrant than ever.

Ian’s eyes darkened, his gaze on Chloe deepening with every passing second.

Ian finally said, his voice low and husky.

Ian glared at Chloe, voice tight with accusation. “You knew I was in the hospital, injured–where did you run off to?”

Chloe

put the bouquet down, walked over to Ian, and met his gaze, her face solemn and calm. “Ian, let’s end this. It’s better for you, for me, for everyone involved.”

They stared each other down, neither willing to look away, the silence stretching on for ages.

Suddenly, Ian swung himself off the bed.

Eyes red and wild, Ian wrapped Chloe up in a fierce hold, refusing to let go. “Chloe, can’t you see? I’m lying here–hurt–and you just walk away?”

Chloe tried to break free, but Ian’s hold was too strong. She stopped struggling and just let him hug her.

Chloe said breezily, “Getting hurt? Happens to everyone. As long as you’re alive, it’s not a big deal.”

She continued, “Let’s just call it quits. Who knows, maybe we could be friends someday.”

Ian picked up on the hidden message in Chloe’s words.

Before he even realized it, lan’s arms tightened around Chloe, a sudden panic rising in his chest.

His eyes were red, and he said each word slowly and clearly, “You want a divorce? Unless I’m dead.”

Chloe could sense Ian was getting worked up, so she spoke as gently as possible. “Let’s talk, but can you let go of me first?”

But Ian only held her tighter, refusing to let go.

He pressed his face into the crook of her neck, his voice coming out muffled and tinged with grievance.

Ian murmured, “Just let me hold you for a bit.”

Just as Chloe was racking her brain on how to break free from Ian’s grip, the door opened–Mitchell, Ian’s parents, and a pair of medical staff knocked before stepping inside.

The whole group froze, visibly awkward as they stumbled onto the scene–Chloe and Ian practically wrapped up in each other.

Mitchell looked completely flabbergasted.

Miranda was left open–mouthed–she never thought she’d catch the two of them this close.

Shane just stood there, totally dumbfounded.

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