Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 406

Audrey’s POV

Blood on marble. That’s what registered first – Blake’s blood dripping onto the polished Parker Group lobby floor. Medical personnel rushed his stretcher through the entrance from the parking garage, their movements urgent.

What’s happening?

Didn’t Michael just tell me Blake was resting?

Why is he being carried out covered in blood?

How did he get injured?

My brain couldn’t process what my eyes were seeing. Blake Parker – covered in blood, unconscious, his face ghostly pale against the crimson stains. I ran forward without thinking.

“What happened?” I grabbed the nearest paramedic’s arm. “What’s wrong with him?”

The medical personnel barely looked up, focused on moving. “We don’t know.”

His colleague glanced at my panicked face. “You family?”

“I… I am.” The lie came easy when it mattered. My voice betrayed more worry than I wanted to show.

“Good. Come with us then. We might need someone to sign for blood transfusions or emergency surgery.”

I followed them out to the waiting ambulance, my stomach in knots, mind racing with possibilities.

Inside the ambulance, I pressed myself against the wall, watching them work on Blake. They hooked him up to monitors and slipped an oxygen mask over his face. His skin looked ghostly under the harsh ambulance lights, his breathing irregular and shallow.

What caught my eye was the burlap sack clutched against his chest. Even unconscious, his arms locked around it like a vise, protecting whatever was inside despite his injuries.

“What’s with the death grip?” A paramedic tugged at Blake’s arms. “He won’t let go of whatever’s in there.”

After a few attempts, they worked around it, finding ways to connect equipment without disturbing his hold on

“It’s a little girl.”

the ambulance entrance – Blake’s

discussing the weather instead of standing there covered in

tried to push past the paramedic toward him, panic rising

there.” He nodded at the sack.

now seeing the unmistakable outline of a small body. My heart slammed against my ribs as

kid?” The paramedic’s

go!” I shouted, not caring how desperate I

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relaxed. The paramedics jaws dropped as they watched his

checked her quickly for injuries but found none. Despite all the blood on Blake and his bodyguard, not a single drop had

muttered, watching Blake’s now-slack arms. “Guy’s out cold but still does what you say. You must be

me a

half-smile that

warm

her small chest rising and falling

ambulance while pressing a cloth against a nasty knife wound on his arm. “Just

and examined the wound. “Jesus.

worse shape. The bodyguard’s laugh was empty,

overhead while I tried to make sense of everything. Emma’s small weight in my arms was the only thing keeping me

the hell happened?” I finally asked, barely audible over the

winced as the paramedic cleaned his cut.

tight. “You’re the guy Blake hired to follow

surprised. “You knew

‘For a while now.”

talked like he was giving a job interview while getting stitched up. “Blake paid me crazy money last month to keep an eye on you

he switched my assignment. Said you could handle yourself here, but wanted me watching your

random. They’d been planning it, watching for a chance. Knew

couldn’t figure out their game. Then your kid wanted garden time, and they