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.”

hands, but his grip only tightened. After a few attempts, they worked around it, finding ways to connect equipment without disturbing his hold on the mysterious

“It’s a little girl.”

me. A blood-covered man stood at the ambulance entrance – Blake’s bodyguard,

shape,” he said, like he was discussing the weather instead of standing there covered in blood.

paramedic toward him,

nodded at the sack. “In

at the burlap bundle, now seeing the unmistakable outline of a

The

grabbing the sack. “Blake, let go!” I shouted, not caring how desperate

Спарте

The paramedics jaws dropped as they

the sack and nearly collapsed. Emma lay inside, sleeping peacefully like she was taking a nap at home. I checked her quickly for injuries but found none. Despite all the blood on Blake and his bodyguard, not a single drop had touched her. She’d

Blake’s now-slack arms. “Guy’s out cold but still does what

a curious

I said, with a bitter half-smile that felt like it might

warm and soft. “Emma?

small chest

ambulance while pressing a cloth against a nasty knife wound

into a seat and examined the wound. “Jesus. What happened out

are in worse shape. The bodyguard’s laugh was empty, his eyes cold. “Not that they’ll need ambulances.

as the ambulance doors closed and we pulled away from the curb. The sirens wailed overhead while I tried to

hell happened?” I finally asked,

paramedic cleaned his cut. “You recognize

holding Emma tight. “You’re the guy Blake hired to follow me. I saw

looked surprised. “You

‘For a while now.”

security for about ten years. He talked like he was giving a job interview while getting stitched up. “Blake paid me

switched my assignment. Said you could handle yourself here, but

paramedic dug something from his arm. “This kidnapping wasn’t random. They’d been planning it, watching for a chance. Knew your schedule too

their game. Then your kid wanted garden time, and they jumped when your