His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

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

her frenzy,

as pale as snow, her lips cracked

you're safe." Jareth's voice shook

he was at a

"Li... Lily..."

tears, Marilla choked out the name, her voice that of a child speaking for the

"Marilla, Lily's gone. But I

a call from Thaddeus. She floored the accelerator of her sports car, speeding like a red lightning

in turmoil, she rushed

"Ms. Evadne!"

voice came

paused, turning

with sweat, laboriously pushing the

up the ramp by

to reach her quickly, he sped

away from the top, the wheelchair jammed on something and started rolling

alarm, his

a warm force steadied

"Watch out."

up in surprise, meeting her clear eyes, feeling an unprecedented stir in

pushing the man and his wheelchair onto

strands of her hair brushed

deepened, then he frowned

your help, I might have ended up an overnight

wheel, "Your wheel got stuck on a stone, which

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

rushed here, his face still slick with sweat, breath

met Chad twice before, and he had always been the picture of composure, even in his