Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Lucas stood there, frozen, not moving an inch.

Chloe hurried over, her voice filled with worry, "What happened? How's Linda?"

The chief surgeon pulled down his mask, his expression grave. "We've managed to stop the bleeding for now, but her injuries are severe. Her organs are damaged, and since she just had a C-section, there's a constant risk of organ failure." Linda was wheeled into the ICU, and Chloe stood at the door, dazed and overwhelmed.

Connor soon joined her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "Lean on me, take a breather."

Ever since Linda got shot, Chloe felt like her nerves were strung as tight as a bow. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, like she was walking through a haze or being roasted over open flames. Every part of her insides felt like they were being tortured. But here, in Connor's arms, Chloe's tension eased just a bit. She relaxed, letting herself sink into his embrace, even as tears found their way down her cheeks.

"What about Linda's baby?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Connor replied, "The initial checkup didn't show any major issues, but since the baby was premature, it's weak and needs to stay in an incubator for a while."

baby's face, blue and struggling for breath, flashed through Chloe's mind, sending a shiver down her spine. The memory was still fresh, still terrifying. She hadn't dared to look at the baby again. Holding it felt like cradling a world of weight. Chloe didn't ask more about the baby. She paused,

"I talked to the police. The shooter,

wasn't fully aware of the

last time, she'd

debt of thirty

help him pay off his debts. Thirty million or three million, it was all the same to him. Later, money manager

say they'd

fingers as a

grudge because of that? Chloe doubted it. The incident was days old, and it

she wondered aloud. "And how did he know I'd be there? If he wanted to take me out, why dot at such a

grew cold and

"He's dead.