Rebirth After Being Betrayed by My Husband by Isabella Reed

Chapter 118

At the Hospital

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While Ethan and his driver were being treated in the ICU, a strikingly handsome man stood outside the operation theater. His sharp features were accentuated by an impeccably tailored black suit, radiating an aura of authority and menace.

Nearby, the man in black who had brought Ethan to the hospital stood silently in a corner, his head bowed as he awaited further instructions.

“How’s the driver?” the suited man asked, his voice calm but laced with an undercurrent of coldness.

“The driver is severely injured, Boss,” the man in black replied. “He’s being treated in another room.”

The suited man nodded thoughtfully. “Find out if he has any family. If he does, send them some money to keep them quiet.”

“Yes, Boss,” the man in black acknowledged with a slight bow.

“What about the CCTV footage?” the suited man continued, his tone sharper now.

“It’s all taken care of. The footage has been completely destroyed. No one will be able to retrieve it,” the man in black assured him.

“Good.” A satisfied smirk spread across the man’s face. He waved his hand dismissively, signaling the man in black to leave. With a respectful bow, the subordinate disappeared down the corridor.

The man’s gaze shifted back to the operation theater. A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he muttered under his breath, “Ethan, my dear ex–best friend… Do you like my little welcoming gift? This is just the beginning. The pain you feel now is nothing compared to what’s coming.”

His eyes gleamed with malice as he whispered, “I’m back, Collins Ethan. The families you hold dear–the Astor’s, the Collin’s, and the Baldwin’s–will all crumble. You destroyed my family, took my father from me, and left me with nothing. You betrayed me, shattered our friendship… and now, you’ll pay. Every single one of you will pay.”

Clenching his fists tightly, he turned to face the operation theater one last time, his jaw set in determination. Just then, a nurse approached him, holding a clipboard and

pen.

“Excuse me, sir,” she began, her tone polite but professional. “Are you related to the patient?”

The man’s icy demeanor returned in an instant. “No,” he replied curtly, his voice clipped. Without another glance at the theater, he turned on his heel and strode away.

corridor, his thoughts churned with plans for vengeance. Suddenly, he spotted Assistant Ben rushing past him, his face pale with worry. The man paused, a cold

the elevator, his polished shoes clicking against the tiled floor. As he reached the elevator and pressed the button, the doors opened with a soft ding. Just as he was about to step inside,

off guard, he stumbled slightly but instinctively reached out to steady the person who had bumped into him. “Are you

the nercon in

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streamed down her face. Her sorrowful expression tugged at something deep within him, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in years. For reasons he couldn’t explain, he felt an unexpected urge to wipe away her

tone

back, bowing

she was already gone,

sense of emptiness washed over him, one that lingered long after she had left. Frowning, he shook his head and

compelling him to

felt. His brows furrowed in annoyance as he forced himself to turn

theater. Her heart pounded as she approached and saw Assistant Ben seated outside, his usually composed demeanor overshadowed by

worry.

from running.

up, his expression troubled. “Miss Lily, I don’t know the full details yet,” he admitted, shaking his head. “When I arrived, I was informed by the hospital staff about Boss’s condition. He sustained a serious

breath hitched. “What about the driver?”

are more severe. He’s in a separate room being treated,” Assistant Ben said, motioning toward another

this, Lily felt the strength drain from her legs. She sank into a chair, her face

He’ll get through this. Everything will be

his phone and began making calls. Within moments, he had informed Ivy,

tears, Lily managed to regain a semblance of control. “Assistant Ben,” she said, her voice shaking but firm, “please contact the driver’s family immediately. Make sure they know we’ll cover all

he

Ethan’s accident leaks to the media. Speak with

nod, already planning how to execute

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