The Billionaire's Unexpected Proposal by Samantha

Chapter 177

Rayna's hands tightened around the steering wheel as she drove to the Quinns' house, her mind racing with an unstoppable rage.

The thought of confronting Sandra made her pulse quicken, and she pictured the countless ways she'd transfer her frustration and anger onto her. She couldn't let Sandra get away with what she had almost done to her and what she did to Ethan. As far as she was concerned, this had nothing to do with Evelyn. This had been a personal attack on her, and she was going to handle it personally and not wait for Evelyn and Derek to punish Sandra.

She wasn't going to wait until

t until morning, either

to handle either. She

Sandra.

She didn't have the patience to wait like they did didn't care that it was late in the night. She was going to barge in there and give Sandra the beating of her life instead of waiting with a stomach coiled with dread while Ethan was being operated on.

After she was done with Sandra, Derek and Evelyn could have her arrested and taken to prison, looking like an accident victim for all she cared.

But as she neared the the Quinn house, she spotted something unexpected: an ambulance parked at the curb, its lights flashing against the night, illuminating the manicured lawn in bursts of red and blue. Paramedics were loading a stretcher into the vehicle, and Eric was following closely with a worried expression on his face.

Rayna strained to see who it was. Her stomach dropped as the paramedics closed the doors behind Eric, and the ambulance pulled away from the house, sirens blaring.

to do

She contemplated going after the

down the road, her mind churning with unanswered questions. after the ambulance or calling Evelyn to let her know that something seemed to be wrong at home, but just then, her phone rang. Her heart

What did the doctor say? Is he going

has not woken up yet, but they said he

I

be with Ethan when he woke

Evelyn and Derek would get her first. Otherwise, she was going to pull out all the hair on

the front door of the Quinns house swung open, and Sandra

Sandra dashed barefoot down the driveway with only her phone

her mother with her all the way by her side. As Sandra hurried I down the road barefooted, hoping to catch a cab to go to the hospital, the phone in her hand rang once again, and in a sudden burst of frustration, Sandra threw the phone down, shattering it on the

mother fall and hurt herself. And for all she

Michael, or anyone else right now. All she wanted was

Sandra

the road, her breaths visible in the cold night air as she waved frantically at an approaching cab so she could catch up with the ambulance. Once she got into

I both hands together as tears ran down her

against Evelyn, and she wouldn't hurt Michael or Evelyn; instead, she would be the good daughter that her mother wanted her to be. Away from there, Derek's impatience grew with every passing second as he glanced at his watch and then back at the hitman, who was becoming equally agitated. ach silence

The room was tense,

didn't want to see him, and Derek didn't want Michael anywhere near her either, sat ready, her hair and makeup meticulously done for the ruse they'd planned. Her clothes had been roughened up with red stains like blood on them, and she looked like she had been slapped and beaten up. She, too, watched the hitman with a

Evelyn's

everyone to hear. His irritation was evident as he muttered a frustrated curse under his breath. "Still not connecting," he announced, his voice filled with irritation. heard the expression hardened as

the

isn't right," she said, standing up and pacing. "If Sandra isn't answering, something's wrong. Maybe she suspects something... or maybe something's happened. I don't

she's waiting to hear