To Love a Shadow, To Be the Sun novel Chapter 259

The lighting was dim, and the surrounding noise was overwhelming.

Even Zane didn’t notice what she did.

Elara’s hand, raised ever so slightly, grasped at nothing. The last shreds of consciousness slipped away, and she fell back into darkness.

“It’s best if we wait for the paramedics to move her,” someone said.

“But—”

Before Summer could say anything more, Zane rolled up his pant leg, left the driver to help out, and walked off with Quincy Shelton.

Elsewhere, Ellis got the report from the scene. He turned and slapped Lina across the face.

“Didn’t you say those two were involved? And all Zane did was play the Good Samaritan? You’re trying to use me to clear your own path again, huh? I warned you, didn’t I? Are you getting tired of living?”

Lina’s left ear rang so loudly she could barely hear, while her right could catch nothing but a high-pitched buzz. Whatever Ellis was yelling was lost to the roar in her head.

Afraid of more blows, she stammered, “They’re faking it! Just like Brian did—keeping their distance from Elara to throw you off.”

But Ellis wasn’t listening.

“Because of you, I’ve lost two more people,” he shouted, kicking over a chair and grabbing Lina by the hair. “You’re a walking disaster! If I didn’t still need you to keep Gareth Vincent in check, you’d have been dead already!”

He couldn’t hold back his fury—he grabbed another chair and smashed it across her back.

The wooden chair shattered, pain from fresh wounds mixing with old injuries until Lina’s scream echoed through the room.

——

Elara woke up in the hospital the next day.

Summer was eating breakfast nearby. As soon as she saw Elara’s eyes flutter open, excitement lit up her face and she slammed the call button.

Elara had only suffered a few scrapes, but for safety’s sake, the doctors wanted her under observation for another day.

So Charles Shaw had arranged for the two of them to share a VIP double room at Harmony General Hospital.

“How do you feel? Does your head hurt? Anywhere else?” Summer was practically sprawled across Elara’s bed, desperate for her to say something—anything.

Elara, wearing an oxygen mask, opened her mouth to speak, but before she could make a sound, Charles walked in.

He took one look at the scene and, exasperated, called out, “For heaven’s sake!”

Charles tried to reassure her. “You can probably guess who’s behind this. Don’t worry—this isn’t over.”

Elara wasn’t sure what he meant, but she offered a quiet, “Thank you, Dr. Calloway.”

Charles smiled a little awkwardly. “Honestly, it’s an honor that you still trust me.”

He gave a few more instructions before heading off to check on other patients.

Once the door closed, Summer punched her pillow in frustration.

“Zane’s no saint, either. I begged him to take you to the hospital, but he just left you for the paramedics and made a run for his flight.”

Elara looked surprised. “He was at the scene?”

Summer thought for a moment. “I guess he was just passing by. Still, even if he was in a hurry, you’d think seeing you unconscious would make him stay a little longer.”

Elara couldn’t remember much after the crash.

But after hearing Summer’s account, she stayed remarkably calm.

“We’re not exactly close. The fact that he called for an ambulance at all was more than enough.”