Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

“They’re back. Everyone is over at the medical room.” Josephine’s heart filled with the arrival of good. news. The rescue team has returned. That means the rescued people have also returned, which also means Ethan has also returned.

Josephine, overwhelmed with happiness, hurried toward the floor where the medical room was located. However, along the way, she noticed many people wearing grave expressions, making her heart skip a beat. Just as she rushed out of the elevator, she saw Jacques walking to the elevator while talking on the phone. “Jacques,” Josephine called to him..

The bodyguard ended the call at once. When he saw how anxious Josephine looked, he quickly reassured her, saying, ‘Don’t worry, Miss Jacobson. Everything’s going to be okay. Mr. Ethan will be fine. He’s just unconscious.”

“What?” Josephine’s head spun, caught off guard by Jacques’ words. She grabbed him and asked, “What happened to Ethan?”

“Mr. Ethan was hit on the head by a rock. He’s currently in the operating room being treated.”

“Take me there. Hurry!” Josephine was on the verge of a meltdown. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. Ethan had returned, but he had returned injured.

the medical room for treatment. Fortunately, there were

with a young girl, his gaze softened with affection. He stood up and greeted Josephine. “Hello, Miss Jacobson. I’m

the language was superb and easy to understand. Josephine’s anxious mind seemed to calm down a bit upon hearing Edward’s voice. She greeted him, saying, “Hello, Mr. Quarles. Has

are stable, but he is still unconscious. Don’t worry too much.” Edward learned from his wife that this

fixed on the two sky-blue doors, eagerly awaiting good news

minutes later, the doors finally opened. An assistant doctor and nurse wheeled a stretcher out, and there lay Ethan quietly on it. His shaved head made him appear even weaker and paler. Edward

out. Still, ultimately, tears rolled down her cheeks like beads of a broken string. She covered her mouth to keep her sobs from escaping. However,

and only then did Josephine approach the bedside. She looked at the man in front of her. He appeared to be sleeping, but why wouldn’t

to her as he usually would with a smile. She reached out to hold his hand that was hanging on the side. The icy cold touch and the lack of strength in his fingers pained Josephine’s

lowered head. As Jacques pulled Josephine aside,