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?”

sparing Connor a

son

in Silvergrove City, followed by the Turner, Lawrence. Haywood, and Gladstone families. The Turner family once got their darling.daughter Kristin engaged to Vincent, the

surfaced. Then she had a bastard child, which dragged the Fitzgerald family and the Turner

for Connor, Rhett remembered him because he was different from

but chose to become a doctor against

the Lawrence family into a joke in business circles.

Chapter 15

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

the Fitzgerald family but seemed

thought Vincent would be the type to

darkened

brought her home just to

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

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

had no respect for

was seething and

brother’s fiancée,” Connor added, seeing the marks on

and wanted to cling

indifferent to women, so how did

silent type, and even knowing Connor had the wrong end of the stick, he couldn’t be bothered to correct him.

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

“She beat herself into critical condition?”

panicked under Rhett’s powerful aura. “Sorry, Mr.

hotel corridor’s CCTV footage over,” Rhett said, checking the time. Since the

was stunned. Had