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.”

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

“It’s a little girl.”

A blood-covered man stood at the ambulance

discussing the weather instead of standing there covered

past the paramedic toward him, panic rising in my

at

unmistakable outline of a

The paramedic’s

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

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his arms relaxed. The paramedics jaws dropped as they watched his grip loosen at just the sound of my

open the sack and nearly collapsed. Emma lay inside, sleeping peacefully like she was taking a nap at home. I checked her quickly for injuries

cold but still does what

a

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

cheek, her skin warm and soft.

small

said, climbing into the ambulance while pressing a cloth against a nasty knife wound on his arm. “Just

a seat and examined the

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

from the curb. The sirens wailed overhead while I tried to

the hell happened?” I finally asked,

as the paramedic cleaned his cut. “You recognize me,

Blake hired to follow me. I saw you in the hotel security

“You

‘For a while now.”

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

New York, he switched my assignment. Said you could handle yourself here,

paramedic dug something from his arm. “This kidnapping wasn’t random. They’d

kid wanted garden time, and they jumped when