To Love a Shadow, To Be the Sun novel Chapter 159

"Mr. Vincent, that's your wife in there," Yves Caldwell reminded him quietly.

Gareth paused, then actually let out a laugh.

"Karma caught up with her so soon? Perfect! Tell the doctors to come out—we're done trying to save her."

Yves closed his eyes briefly, patient as ever. "Mr. Vincent, those specialists from Capital City aren't here for our sake. They're not going to do you any favors."

Gareth's smile froze. "Elara's got no family, no connections. Who called in those experts for her?"

Yves replied politely, "If you truly knew your place, you wouldn't have to ask."

Gareth was left speechless.

"Yves Caldwell," Brian's voice cut through, colder than before, "get security and throw him out."

Gareth's mouth opened, but no sound came.

A moment later, the doors to the emergency room burst open.

The lead physician pulled off his mask, a deep furrow still etched between his brows.

"The patient's stable for now, but we need to keep her under observation for a few more hours. If there are no complications, we'll transfer her to the ICU."

Brian's Adam's apple bobbed as he clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. In the end, he just gave a faint nod. "Thank you…"

The doctor studied him for a long moment, his tone turning grave.

"She's out of immediate danger, but while she was unconscious, she kept having stress reactions—kept crying out, ‘No, please don't.' This is a severe case of PTSD. It may haunt her for a long time. If you're her family, you'd better start thinking seriously about how you're going to help her through this."

Brian's eyes reddened, lines of bloodshot veins spiderwebbing across them.

He turned to Charles. "Would you mind watching over her for a while?"

Without waiting for a response, he strode out into the hallway.

"Hey, where are you going? Your wife isn't even out yet—what could possibly be more important?" Charles called after him, but Brian didn't reply. His figure disappeared down the corridor.

"He just can't let go of that tramp," Summer sneered. "The Vincent family's always had a taste for filth. You'd better keep your distance, Charles. If you ever treat my sister-in-law like he does, I'll have Mom and Dad toss you out on the street."

Charles said nothing.

At Yves's signal, the female doctor with the long, horsey face was dragged over and shoved in front of Wayne.

She was a mess—bruised, bloodied, and so terrified she couldn't even stand.

"Boss, he said he was going to cut off my hand! Please, help me!" she sobbed.

"The shocks were your idea. You're the one who drugged and dragged her here. All these years, I only followed your orders."

"I swear, I don't even know who she is. I had nothing to do with this!"

Wayne snapped, "Shut up!"

He turned to Brian, dropping the pretense.

"You're the one who blacklisted Ignition Dynamics. If you hadn't, she never would've landed in my sights. You made it clear at dinner—she was a woman you'd tossed aside. If you want revenge, why not start with yourself?"

Brian crouched down in front of him, a cold smile twisting his lips as his knuckles cracked.

"You're absolutely right. I deserve it. Which is why I'll deal with the trash myself."