New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 375 Not Your Fault

Claire sat by Adrian's bedside, her eyes fixed on his peaceful face, hoping he'd wake up soon. The steady beep of the heart monitor filled the room, a reminder that he was alive, but it wasn't enough to calm her racing mind. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, silently begging for him to open his eyes.

Matthew walked in, his footsteps soft, as if he didn't want to disturb the fragile peace in the room. "Hey," he said, his voice low but gentle. "I called Adrian's parents. They're on their way."

Claire nodded, her gaze never leaving Adrian. "Thanks, Matthew."

Matthew shoved his hands into his pockets, looking a little unsure of what to do next. He stood there for a moment, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot. "You should probably go home, and get some rest," he offered, though it was clear he already knew what her answer would be.

Claire shook her head firmly. "I'm not leaving. Not until he wakes up."

Matthew gave a small nod, respecting her decision. "Okay. Just... don't push yourself too hard, alright?"

Before Claire could respond, the door to the ER swung open, and a police officer walked in, scanning the room. He approached the nurse's station, speaking quietly for a moment before the nurse pointed in Claire's direction. The officer headed toward her, his expression serious.

"Claire Peterson?" the officer asked, his voice cutting through the low hum of the machines.

Claire looked up, blinking. "Yeah, that's me."

The officer glanced down at his notepad before looking back at her. "We need to get your statement about what happened tonight."

Claire bit her lip, glancing at Adrian, torn. She didn't want to leave him, not even for a second, but she knew this was important. Sensing her hesitation, Matthew stepped forward and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Go," he said softly. "I'll stay with him. He won't be alone."

Claire looked up at Matthew, gratitude washing over her. "Thank you."

With a deep breath, she stood up and followed the officer out of the ER. They walked down the hall until they found a quieter spot away from the commotion. The officer pulled out his notepad again, clicking his pen.

name and the name of the

she said, swallowing the nervous lump in

down the names and then looked up. "What happened tonight? Why were you

took a deep breath, her mind flashing back to the events of the evening. "We were on a dinner date. Everything was perfect. We had this amazing meal, and we were just about to leave when I realized I'd left my phone inside. I told Adrian I'd be right back, and I went in to grab it. That's when

voice wavering slightly. "When I came out, the car was on fire, and I saw Adrian... lying on the

down notes as she spoke. "Did you

I didn't see anyone. It

scribbled a few more lines before asking, "Does Mr. Saint Laurent have any

"Adrian is... he's the nicest person. I can't imagine him having enemies. It's

asked, "What about you, Miss

Her mind

pl.ne

this was connected to her, not Adrian But should she tell the police?

"Miss Peterson?"

snapped back to reality, blinking rapidly as the officer waved a hand in front of her face. "Sorry," she muttered, shaking her head. "No, I don't

officer's eyebrows raised slightly, but he nodded, though his eyes seemed to carry a hint of suspicion. "Alright, we'll be in touch about the investigation. And we'll also keep Mr. Saint Laurent's parents updated." "Thank you," Claire whispered, feeling

the ER, her palms sweaty as she approached the waiting room. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw two familiar figures: Adrianna

if they hated her for what had happened

"Excuse me," she said

looked up, her eyes

puffy from crying. Her

Laurent,

her, his face a

made Claire's heartache. She

they