When the Boss’ Lady Became His Sister-in-law

Chapter 15

On the way to the hospital, Kristin gripped Rhett’s shirt for dear life, desperately clinging to a thread of security.

When she bolted from the private room, Kristin latched onto him like a drowning person grabbing a lifeline.

Rhett frowned at the sight of Kristin, whose petite face was as white as a sheet.

Years ago, when he saw her at the FitzGerald Mansion, she was like a rosebud about to bloom.

“Mr. FitzGerald… How about, um, how about I take over here, and you dash home to get changed?” At the hospital, the assistant nervously offered to take Kristin.

Rhett gave the assistant a frosty glance, brushed past him, and carried Kristin toward the

emergency room.

The assistant sucked in a breath of cold air, thinking Mr. FitzGerald was really off his rocker.

“Don’t, don’t touch me…” Kristin struggled in her semi–conscious state, her complexion getting

worse.

Anyone could tell she’d been through a nightmare.

“No, don’t touch me! Leave me alone, all of you…”

The nurses tried to examine Kristin, but her struggles in her dazed condition were too fierce.

“Dr. Lawrence, the patient is uncooperative.”

Connor was on duty with a stethoscope around his neck in the ER. He walked into the exam room and was shocked to see the brooding man standing there. “Rhett?”

frowned, sparing Connor a

remembered Connor, the youngest son

dog in Silvergrove City, followed by the Turner, Lawrence. Haywood, and Gladstone families. The Turner family once got their

alas, Kristin was a fraud, and after the engagement party, rumors of her scandalous private life surfaced. Then she had a bastard child, which dragged the Fitzgerald family and the Turner family through

Rhett remembered him because he was

he showed no interest in the family business but chose to become a doctor

into

Chapter 15

a minor concussion. The cut on her forehead needs stitches, a tetanus shot, severe malnutrition, and she’s on the brink

ticked off the Fitzgerald family but seemed out of

Vincent would be the type to torment Kristin, but Rhett,

Rhett’s gaze darkened with

home just

nutritional IV,” Connor told another doctor, then turned to Rhett. “Maybe I’m overstepping, but as a doctor, Mr. Fitzgerald, I’d like to remind you that five years in prison should be enough penance for Kristin. She doesn’t need

more laughable than the so–called reputation of high society. They tormented a woman just for

no respect for

and said nothing.

Connor added, seeing

feared Rhett and wanted to cling to him, but

indifferent to women, so how did Kristin get

usually the strong, silent type, and even knowing Connor had the wrong end

ward, a police officer walked in. “Sorry to disturb you, but we must clear up a few things. The folks at the hotel are denying

“She beat herself into

“Sorry, Mr. Fitzgerald. We need evidence and the victim’s

over,” Rhett said, checking the time. Since the cops were there, he saw

was stunned. Had