How My Ex Became My Next by Kirk Stanley ( Gilda Lynch ) novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279 

Jackson’s gaze hardened as he gestured for Gilda to stay put 

He then approached the driver’s seat and saw a woman in a hospital gown, frail and bleeding from the head, slumped over the wheel. 

Only when Jackson pushed her did he see her face clearly. “It’s her.” 

Gilda, too, recognized the driver. 

It was Emily. 

“How did she get out? Did she just?” A daring suspicion crossed her mind. “Was she trying to kill me?” Gilda murmured, realization dawning on her. 

This was no accident but a possible murder attempt. 

Was Emily trying to end her life? 

Gilda was seized with fear, realizing how close she had come to death. 

If Jackson hadn’t been there to push her away and protect her, she might have died. 

Gilda didn’t dare to continue that thought, overwhelmed by the fear of what could have happened. 

Jackson, understanding the gravity of the situation, stepped forward to shield her, comforting her with his presence. “It’s okay, I’m here.” 

In that moment, Gilda found solace in his assurance 

Police, firefighters, and paramedics soon arrived at the scene, and a perimeter was established. 

Since the incident occurred at Glory Corporation, Gilda, as a responsible party, was taken to the police station for a statement, with Jackson accompanying her throughout. 

After giving their statements, Gilda noticed Jackson’s arm was bleeding. She grabbed his arm, concerned. “Jackson, you’re hurt!?” 

Jackson tried to downplay it. “It’s nothing, just a scratch.” 

Gilda insisted. “That’s not a minor injury. You’ve lost a large patch of skin. Come on, I’m taking you to the hospital.” 

Jackson wanted to refuse, but seeing Gilda’s worried expression warmed his heart. 

He allowed her to lead him to the hospital. 

“Doctor, please treat his wound,” Gilda requested. 

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The doctor adjusted his glasses, taken aback by the size of the wound, which wasn’t much bigger than a coin. 

Before he could speak, his eyes widened in surprise, thinking to himself, “Isn’t him Jackson Harrington?‘ 

Alex was about to say something when Jackson signaled for silence. 

Alex, catching on and noticing Gilda’s anxious expression, guessed the situation and began treating the wound. 

“Your boyfriend’s injury seems quite severe,‘ the doctor commented, playing along. 

Gilda, focused on Jackson, didn’t catch the oddity in the doctor’s remark, only urging, “Doctor, please, treat him quickly.”