The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 559

Before Haynes could speak, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder by the second.

"Haynie! Pick Rachel!"

Jasper Wilkinson came hobbling in, clearly having rushed over-though how he'd even heard what was happening was anyone's guess.

Haynes frowned. "What are you doing here?"

Jasper's face was drawn with anxiety. "If I hadn't come, Rachel would be doomed today! Haynie, you have to pick Rachel!"

"Rachel's wish isn't fulfilled. She's only got a few months left-it can't end for her like this!"

He'd barely managed to get out of bed this morning, still sore from the beating Galen Wilkinson had given him the night before. He'd intended to stay home and recover, but then Foreman had called: Rachel's been kidnapped.

That was all Jasper needed to hear. He'd rushed over as fast as he could, terrified that if he arrived even a moment too late, Rachel would already be dead.

Haynes's voice was cool, rational, cutting through the tension. “If she only has a few months left, why not pick someone who actually has a future?"

Jasper stared at him, stunned, unable to believe what he'd just heard.

Was this really Haynes talking? Hadn't he always favored Rachel above everyone else?

"Rachel's terminally ill—she's running out of time. Let her last hope go to someone who still stands a chance. Rachel's always been

Rachel. "Isn't

mask of vulnerability cracked. She managed a weak, forced smile. "...Haynie's right. There's no point saving

at Keen, who was still frozen in

go with your mother. Don't worry

overheard Stella talking to the kidnapper they clearly knew each other. Uncertainty flickered in his eyes. His small face twisted

fury welling up inside her until she thought she'd choke

I did for him, it was

kidnapper could respond, Jasper's angry shout cut

life matters, but Rachel's doesn't? I won't let you

went colder still. "And what do

for a moment, then blurted out, "Of course

replied, "Right now, Keen and the others are in the kidnapper's hands. You tell me how are we supposed to

mouth, struggling for words. “Didn't the kidnapper just say you had to choose? If you pick Rachel, won't that

off as he realized how flimsy the

soon enough,

to draw

saway