To Love a Shadow, To Be the Sun novel Chapter 300

He glanced over at the man who had been standing there for quite some time.

"Her gastric mucosa has been severely damaged. She needs to rest for an extended period; otherwise, there's a high risk of a hemorrhage. As for the neurological effects of the alcohol... We'll need to monitor that."

Brian's face betrayed little emotion. The light cast sharp lines across his tense jaw, revealing nothing of the turmoil within.

"When will she wake up?"

Charles shrugged, lips quirking. "That depends entirely on her own constitution."

"When she wakes up, inform me immediately. I want daily updates on her condition. Thank you."

With that, he turned and left, his expression as unmoved as ever.

Elara didn’t come to until deep into the night.

Her first words were, "How’s Ignition Dynamics?"

Summer, fighting back tears, replied, “The shutdown notice was rescinded.”

As soon as she heard it, the tension that had been holding Elara together finally gave way, and a wave of exhaustion and discomfort swept over her.

***

Meanwhile, in Capital City.

Zane had just returned from the outskirts. He checked his phone—messages, missed calls. An inexplicable sense of emptiness crept in.

Just two days without a reply from him, and she gave up already? So maybe her feelings just weren't that deep after all.

He scrolled through the morning’s call log. When his eyes landed on a certain number, his expression instantly cooled.

He called back, but all he got was a robotic female voice: “Please leave a message. Try again tomorrow.”

“Shelton…” Zane muttered, pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth in frustration.

Things weren’t wrapped up here yet. Booking a flight to Kingston City would have to wait.

Quincy Shelton looked over, waiting for instructions.

“See if there’s anything unusual going on in Kingston City.”

“Unusual?” Quincy blinked, then caught on—Zane wanted news about Ignition Dynamics.

Hancock was flattered, grinning nervously. “The honor’s all mine. Please, have a seat!”

Brian’s smile widened as he snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, a dozen young women and a dozen young men filed into the room, each carrying a drink, filling the booth in moments.

As the door closed, Hancock’s assistant was unceremoniously shoved inside by one of Brian’s men.

Brian’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Mr. Justice, they’re all here to keep you company tonight. I hope you don’t plan on leaving sober.”

***

Quincy Shelton’s network in Kingston City worked fast. By 3 a.m., he strode into Zane’s study.

Zane sat with a file in one hand, but his gaze was fixed on his phone. On the screen was a photo of Elara taken at Gregory’s birthday dinner—no evening gown, leaning on a cane, but her face was clean and determined, radiating a stubborn courage.

In that moment, Quincy understood. Over the years, his boss had seen countless dazzling beauties, but only the truly resilient ever caught his eye.

Quincy stepped forward and delivered his report. “Boss, there’s been some movement at Ignition Dynamics…”