A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 174

“Mr. Simpson… Wait up, Mr. Simpson!” The click–clack of high heels echoed as a woman dashed out after him, but Adrian didn’t so much as glance back. He simply pinched a wad of cash from his wallet and scattered it out the car window. The engine roared to life, and he sped away, leaving a whirlwind of bills fluttering behind.

The woman stood frozen, unable to believe what had just happened, as the money danced in the air around her.

Adrian had dropped Matilda off at the hospital at one in the morning. Keaton Johnson was still in the land of nod when a jarring ring of his phone ripped him from his dreams, informing him that someone needed their stomach pumped.

Rushing to the hospital in his white coat, Keaton arrived just in time to see Matilda lying on the gurney. He let out a heavy sigh. “Was she bullied or something?”

Chloe was beside herself with tears.

Adrian, overwhelmed and irritated, shouted, “Knock off the waterworks, will you?”

This only made Chloe cry harder.

Adrian’s temper flared. “Shut it, or I’ll call Declan over!”

The threat of Declan worked like a charm; Chloe clammed up instantly.

the room and then at Keaton. They waited outside until, after what

we’d have a real wake on our hands.” Keaton peeled off his gloves, glancing at Chloe. “Unbelievable. How can she drink so much?” Chloe, sniffling,

looking out for her?” He had always assumed Matilda was never short of male company, but now, in this crisis, it appeared the two of them had been left

guys? Matilda used to have her brother Gideon Thompson watching her back, but

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of the

to pull out more money. “Go get

“And what are you going to do?”

her to wake up.”

at Adrian for a long moment.

someone who’s been to jail and had a kid?

off

room. Meanwhile, Keaton, hands in his pockets and draped in his white coat, strolled out with effortless charm.

he passed through the hospital corridor, the sleepy night–shift nurses perked up at the sight of him, their faces flushed. “Dr. Keaton, what brings you here