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.”

a few attempts, they worked around it,

“It’s a little girl.”

stood at the ambulance entrance – Blake’s bodyguard, the one I’d seen in

discussing the weather instead of standing there covered in

past the paramedic toward him, panic rising in

He nodded at the sack.

outline of a small body. My

The paramedic’s eyes

the sack. “Blake, let go!” I

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they watched his grip loosen at just the sound of my

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,

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

me a curious

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

cheek, her skin warm and

small

while pressing a cloth against a nasty knife wound on his arm. “Just one, though. She’ll be

pushed him into a seat and examined the wound.

in worse shape. The bodyguard’s laugh was empty, his eyes

closer as the ambulance doors closed and we pulled away from the curb. The sirens wailed overhead while I tried to make sense of everything. Emma’s small weight in my arms was

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

paramedic cleaned his cut. “You recognize

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

surprised. “You knew

‘For a while now.”

He 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 without

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

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