His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 810

Chapter 810

Thaddeus and Jareth raced towards the hospital, hearts pounding in their chests. Bursting through the doors, they skidded to a halt outside a room just as a team of nurses and doctors emerged.

"How's Marilla?" Jareth's face was ghostly white as he clutched the lead doctor by the arm.

"The patient was already frail, and the emotional trauma is taken a toll," the doctor said, wiping sweat from his brow. "She went into shock and needed oxygen to stabilize, but her mental state is precarious."

Jareth's heart felt like it was being shredded to pieces as he pushed the door open and entered the room.

"Ah-ah!"

Marilla was pinned to her hospital bed by Frederic and Dennis, her slender body bristling with tubes, struggling against the restraints like a delicate porcelain doll desperate to break free.

Her eyes were bloodshot, wild, her mouth opening and closing with broken cries, her hands clawing at the air.

"Ms. Marilla! Please, try to calm down, Ms. Marilla!" Dennis tried to hold her down without injuring her, his actions frantic.

"Marilla! Please, sweetheart, don't scare me. Marilla!" Frederic's face was crimson with panic, equally helpless.

Jareth strode to the bedside, his chest heaving. He leaned in to embrace her, but a sharp slap sounded.

Marilla's uncontrolled hand struck his cheek, leaving a stark red mark.

Thaddeus and Dennis froze, asking, "You alright?"

Frederic was stunned into silence, but his daughter's condition left him no room to care for anything else.

"I'm fine."

Jareth replied automatically,

beside the bed and enveloping the frail girl in

frenzy, pressing her tight

Marilla's face was as pale as snow, her lips cracked

okay. I'm here, you're safe." Jareth's voice shook as he tried to soothe

at a

"Li... Lily..."

voice that of a

her, his throat tightening as he gently said, "Marilla, Lily's gone. But I

the accelerator of her sports car, speeding like a red lightning bolt to

in turmoil,

"Ms. Evadne!"

a clear, warm voice came from behind

turning to

handsome face beaded with sweat, laboriously

wheelchair up the ramp by

her quickly, he sped up the rotation of the

top, the wheelchair jammed on

in alarm, his

the last moment, a warm force steadied his back, while another hand

"Watch out."

her clear eyes, feeling an unprecedented stir

pushing the man

strands of her hair brushed across

then he frowned

your help, I might have ended up an overnight

a pebble away from the wheelchair wheel, "Your wheel got stuck on a stone, which can be dangerous.

I go. I was waiting at the café next to the hospital to buy some coffee for the nurses and my father, as a little pick-me-up. Alexia went to the supermarket next door, so I was alone when I got Dennis' call. Worried sick about Marilla,

his face still slick

the picture of composure, even in his wheelchair, as regal as a crane. Never had he seemed

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