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

in the driveway? Did she not return to the house? Not sure what to anymore now that she couldn't confront Sandra, Rayna sat there, unmoving, watching the ambulance grow smaller down the road, her mind churning with unanswered questions. after the ambulance

say? Is he going

said he will be okay," Melvin said, and Rayna nodded, feeling

I

be with Ethan when he woke up. She was going to

was going to pull out all the hair on Sandra's empty

door of the Quinns house swung open, and Sandra stumbled

and her hair was disheveled as if she'd just woken from a nightmare. Without shoes or a coat, Sandra dashed

her mother. She could never imagine hurting her mother physically for whatever reason. Her mother was all the family she had, and no matter how ambitious she was, she wanted 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

fall and hurt herself. And for all she knew,

didn't care about Evelyn, Michael, or anyone else right now. All she wanted was for her mother

Sandra

the road, her breaths visible in the cold night air as she waved frantically at an approaching cab so

tears ran down her face, and she begged God

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

The room was tense,

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 frown, wondering why it was taking too long for

Evelyn's

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

the

"This 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 think she slept off. There's no way

she's waiting