To Love a Shadow, To Be the Sun novel Chapter 157

"Brian, is her life really worth so little to you?"

Charles stormed in from behind, fist swinging.

But Brian was faster. He caught Charles' punch midair, squeezing his hand tightly.

When it came to fighting, Charles was no match for him.

Charles yanked his hand free without hesitation, rushing over to steady Elara.

"Do you realize people can die hours after an electric shock? Why didn't you take her to the hospital right away? Why the hell would you just ignore it?"

Elara's legs buckled and she slumped down along the wall, consciousness slipping away.

Charles scooped her up in his arms, alarmed.

"There's an ambulance outside. We need to get her to the ER—now."

Her arm hung limply, fingers speckled with dry, dark scabs beneath her nails. The ashen blue tint of her skin made Brian's chest tighten with dread.

He grabbed Summer by the wrist. "What happened? Tell me everything."

Summer's frustration boiled over.

She shook off his hand, clutching the front of his perfectly pressed suit.

"At dinner, you told Wayne to take her away. Don't pretend you have no idea what happened! Or did Wayne tell you that harvesting her eggs only takes a jolt of electricity, no need for physical contact—and you just signed off on it?"

Brian was too stunned to answer.

Summer's eyes flashed with fury, rimmed red.

"You blackballed our company at every turn. Did you really have to push Elara so far she'd risk her life just to present her research? You're not her husband—you're a monster!"

Brian ignored her, turning abruptly and striding away.

The ambulance wailed through city streets, sirens splitting the night.

Elara was rushed into the trauma room, where a team of specialists from different departments immediately began working to save her.

Not long after, a doctor emerged, holding a critical condition consent form.

The doctor took the signed form, her voice flat, emotionless. "She also has damage to her uterine lining. The perpetrator was especially cruel. If she can't have children in the future… take care of her. She deserves better."

Brian felt as if someone's hands were squeezing the life out of his throat.

Just then, Charles appeared with a group of doctors in white coats.

"These are leading specialists from the capital—cardiology, neurology, burn care. From this moment, they're in charge of her treatment."

Yves Caldwell blinked in surprise. "We haven't even asked the hospital to assemble a team yet. How did they get here so fast?"

"I have no idea. But from now on, she's not alone."

With that, Charles led the medical team into the trauma room, then quietly stepped back out.

Brian stood rooted to the spot, dazed.

Summer couldn't hold her anger any longer. She marched over, jabbing a finger at his chest.

"She ran through the rain outside that restaurant, desperate to win Quentin Heavy Industries' contract—while you cozied up to your mistress, stalling so she'd get a fever. The next day, you pushed her even harder on the golf course. She collapsed, and all you gave her was your back as you walked away."