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.

sitting up seemed like an arduous task. After drinking

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

burns, had been treated while she was unconscious. It was now swathed in bandages, with her

rises. Once the virus in your body is suppressed,

that, the

moving

it weren’t for Huey and me finding you, you might have succumbed to the fever! I heard your phone ringing inside your place, but

the evening, finding Eileen already

hadn’t come, Eileen might have truly died alone at

Seeing Bailee’s tears, Eileen reached out to comfort

your tears. But Eileen, what happened to your hand? Didn’t

her bandaged hand, memories of Bryan’s cold demeanor flooding her

didn’t manage to treat it in time, and was so exhausted that I fell asleep. I didn’t expect to develop a fever.” She chuckled softly.

you have to handle it this way? What about Mr. Dawson?

light smile, she asked, “Did you two come to see me for something

invite you for a meal,” Bailee said, stealing a glance at Huey

softly. “Then I should thank you both for saving

felt heavy, and her eyelids drooped. She drifted off to sleep again after a brief

Without you, I wouldn’t have known what to do. It’s late; you should go rest. I’ll stay

mention it,” Huey replied. “But… I can’t shake the feeling that something’s not right with

it was unusual for Eileen

you mean? Did

stay here with you to keep an eye on her. There’s a place to rest here anyway,”

bed for Bailee to

sofa, Eileen’s phone displayed

the lights dimmed in the ward, and Eileen’s phone’s notification

Eileen? If it’s

phone. There were WhatsApp messages

photos attached, capturing a silhouette broodingly sipping a drink in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, emanating an aura

figure was cloaked

taking your side this time. Look at what you’ve done to Bryan. Just don’t hurt him like

after reading that. Eileen seemed to be in trouble,

how could Eileen be the one

been the one mistreating Eileen and that Bryan was playing the

this thought, Huey swiftly

“He deserves worse!”

stared at the screen, his

Eileen really sent

it, Bryan snatched

surged, and he threw the phone into the

fish inside scattered

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

up!” Bryan’s chest burned with rage at Eileen’s

There was no

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