Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 122

Rosalie finally managed to compose herself. She shot Zinnia a fierce glare before stomping out of the room in obvious reluctance.

Just before leaving the hospital room, Noelle paused and looked back.

Her gaze met Zinnia’s, and a strange, twisted smile played at the corner of her lips.

Only then did she turn and stride after her parents.

Zinnia stood frozen for a moment, her eyes fixed warily on Noelle’s retreating figure, a faint chill running through her.

Back in her office, Zinnia pulled Xander’s medical file and examined it from start to finish—again.

Nothing seemed out of place.

She even watched the recording of Xander’s emergency aortic dissection surgery from that night, reviewing every second of the procedure.

Neither she, her assistant, nor any of the staff had made a single mistake.

The surgery had gone flawlessly.

That left only one possibility: a complication from post-operative mismanagement.

Tonight, Xander’s condition wasn’t catastrophic, but it wasn’t minor either.

If she’d caught it any later and the clot had broken loose, it could have become a pulmonary embolism—or worse, a stroke. The consequences were unthinkable.

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Empyrean Club.

“Seriously, man, what are you doing? In your state, you should take it easy on the booze. Are you trying to kill yourself?”

The VIP lounge was littered with expensive bottles, the aftermath of hours of heavy drinking.

Chandler had been sitting across from Landon for ages, watching with growing impatience. Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer and reached over to snatch the bottle from Landon’s hand.

Landon didn’t even bother to protest.

“So it really has nothing to do with her?” Chandler’s lips curled into a knowing, almost mocking smile, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Landon ignored him, pouring himself another drink.

“Zinnia’s in trouble, you know?” Chandler said suddenly.

Landon’s hand stilled, the glass halfway to his lips.

He didn’t ask, just kept drinking.

Since Landon wouldn’t take the bait, Chandler didn’t volunteer anything else, idly scrolling through his phone.

After another long stretch of silence, Landon finally couldn’t hold back. He looked up, trying to sound nonchalant, but there was a faint, almost desperate urgency beneath the surface.

“What happened to Zinnia?”

Chandler raised an eyebrow and handed him the phone.