Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Connor looked serious. "I get it," he said.

Instead of rushing to see Diana, he headed straight to her doctor, Dr. Fink, to get the full story. Diana had suffered a crushed leg, and with the blood loss and nerve damage, they had no choice but to amputate. This had all been decided while Diana was unconscious, with her mother, Suzanne, signing off on the surgery. The silver lining, if there was one, was that the rest of her body had escaped severe injury in the crash. Diana was young, and if her recovery went smoothly, she could be out of the hospital in three weeks. About half an hour later, Connor finally made his way to Diana's hospital room. The room was a VIP suite, as posh as a luxury hotel, except for the steady flow of doctors and nurses coming and going.

Just as he reached the door, a nurse almost collided with him, flustered and calling out for Dr. Fink. "What's happening?" Connor asked, his brow furrowed.

"The patient is really agitated, moving around too much, and the wound's opened up again," she explained.

and soon drifted off to sleep. Dr. Fink restitched her wound. Suzanne and Desmond were at her bedside; Suzanne

they noticed Connor standing at the door. Desmond walked over and, without hesitation, punched Connor in the face. Connor didn't dodge, just staggered back, a bit of blood at the corner of his mouth. Teddy stepped in, his voice firm. "Mr. Gilbert, please, let's be reasonable.

can you say that? If it weren't for those photos of him with that other woman, would

can she cope? How does she move forward?" Teddy pressed on, "We're all heartbroken over Diana losing

hook? My daughter lost a leg, and the

us who knows if you'd have overcome Claired supported you, trusted you, hoping you'd protect

down Desmond's face. "I entrusted Diana to you. Thought of you