Chapter 91

Chapter 91:

Bryan’s gaze turned stormy, his expression hinting at the brewing turmoil within him.

To him, Eileen was the one stirring up trouble, eager to sever all ties with him and vanish from his life forever. Clearly, for the sake of money, she was willing to stoop to any low.

“Is Vivian really worth it, man? Is she that exceptional?”

Jacob’s words were silenced by a sharp glance from Bryan.

Jacob paused, realizing he might have misinterpreted the situation.

“I was blackmailed,” Bryan said, his tone laced with sarcasm.

Jacob mulled over the fragments of conversation he had overheard on the way here, piecing them together with sudden clarity.

“So Eileen really loves money, huh? But you’re aware of her mother’s illness, right? She was desperate.”

His sympathetic words were once again quashed by Bryan’s intense stare.

Having a sick mother didn’t give Eileen the right to exploit him like this.

Jacob sighed. “She’s wrong, no doubt about it. But why haven’t you let her go? She obviously means something to you. However, if your grandmother or the Warren family catch wind of this—”

“Enough!” Bryan erupted, rising from his seat, grabbing his coat, and striding out. “Let’s head to DV Club.”

It was clear that drowning his sorrows here wasn’t cutting it anymore; he needed a change of scenery to release the pent-up frustration.

Jacob could only follow, trotting alongside Bryan and murmuring, “Eileen’s really caught in a bind, caught between the Warren family and your grandmother. And now, you’re tightening the screws on her. How’s she going to survive?”

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With every word uttered, Bryan’s gaze darkened a shade deeper.

At the hospital, the acrid scent of disinfectant hung in the air as Eileen slowly regained consciousness, her head pounding.

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes to the sight of the sterile white ceiling, pausing for a moment to gather her bearings.

“Eileen!” Bailee rushed to her side, a look of concern etched on her face. “You’re awake!”

The coolness on Eileen’s forehead was from Bailee checking her temperature. After a quick read, Bailee said anxiously, “The fever hasn’t gone down. I’ll go get a doctor.”

“I’ll stay here.” Huey’s voice came from the foot of the bed.

Eileen managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of Huey as he hastily exited the ward. She attempted to speak, but her throat felt parched and painful, as if engulfed in flames.

Furrowing her brow in discomfort, Eileen was handed a cup of warm water by Bailee.

With an IV tube in her hand, Eileen attempted to sit up.

had never felt so weak; even sitting up seemed like an arduous task. After drinking two cups of warm water, her throat felt slightly

and explained that her persistent high fever was due to a cold, requiring her

treated while she was unconscious. It

temperature rises. Once the virus in your body is suppressed, the fever should not

the doctor

headboard, her pale lips moving slightly. “How did I end up in

your phone ringing inside your place, but when you didn’t answer the door,

the evening, finding

might have truly died

Eileen reached out to comfort her, only to realize her hand was swathed

a tissue. “Dry your tears. But Eileen, what happened to your hand? Didn’t you treat

hand, memories of Bryan’s

so exhausted that I fell asleep. I didn’t expect to develop a fever.”

if you needed rest. Why did you have to handle it this way? What about Mr.

with a light smile, she asked,

together and wanted to invite you for a meal,” Bailee said, stealing a

“Then I should thank you both

her eyelids drooped. She drifted off to sleep again after a brief

known what to do. It’s late; you should go

“But… I can’t shake

that it was unusual for Eileen to be injured, untreated, and unconscious at home

immediately tensed up. “What do you mean? Did something happen to

with you to keep an eye on her. There’s a place to

bed for Bailee to sleep on while he

the cabinet in front of the sofa, Eileen’s phone displayed a blinking red light, signaling missed

in the ward, and Eileen’s phone’s notification rang once more, breaking the

messaged Eileen? If it’s work-related and Mr. Dawson

check,” Huey replied, unlocking the phone. There were WhatsApp messages from

sipping a drink in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, emanating an aura of

figure was cloaked in

at what you’ve done

aback after reading that. Eileen seemed to be in trouble,

be the one

one mistreating

thought, Huey swiftly composed a

“He deserves worse!”

at the screen, his eyes widening

Eileen really sent

he could process it,

on the screen, Bryan’s fury surged, and

fish inside scattered

to his feet. “That’s my phone! Why are you lashing out

Bryan’s chest burned

Group. There was no need for her to put

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