After Rejection Divorced Luna Becomes A Famous Doctor (Hailey and Dominic) novel Chapter 214

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The door creaked open again, and this time it was Hailey and Dominic.

Hailey’s face lit up when she saw Giovanni’s eyes were open. “Oh, Giovanni,” she breathed, her eyes

filling with tears. “It’s so good to see you.”

Dominic clapped a hand on my shoulder, his grip firm and reassuring. “Hey, brother,” he said, his

voice thick with emotion. “You had us worried there for a minute.”

Giovanni’s gaze drifted from me to them, a flicker of a smile in his eyes. He was happy to see

them. He was happy to see us all. It was a relief that he was still himself after the incident.

“We were just talking,” I said, my voice a little too bright. “Catching up.”

Hailey caught my eye, and I knew she understood. She knew I had been talking about Yasmine.

“How are you feeling?” Hailey asked, her tone gentle. “Any pain?”

Giovanni blinked twice. No pain. That was a good sign.

“That’s great,” Dominic said, a genuine smile breaking across his face. “That’s really great.”

We stood there for a moment, a feeling of love and support, the four of us bound together by a

bond that was stronger than blood, stronger than pack law, stronger than the dark forces that

sought to tear us apart.

“We need to talk,” Dominic said, his voice low, his gaze shifting from Giovanni to me. “Alone.”

I nodded, a knot of dread tightening in my stomach. I knew what this was about. Yasmine. The

revenge. The plan.

“I’ll be right back,” I whispered to Giovanni, my lips brushing against his cheek. “I love you.”

He blinked once, a slow, deliberate acknowledgment.

Dominic and I went outside.

“Valerie, I understand that you are angry at whoever did this to Giovanni and rightfully so. But don’t you think you’re being too hard on Giovanni, especially when he’s still recovering from the accident?” he asked, his tone careful, measured. “What you said in there could have stressed him

out.”

I scoffed, the sound sharp and incredulous. “Too hard? Dominic, she walked into that room, into his room, and she gloated. She stood there and looked at my son and looked at the man she tried to kill, and she smiled. And you’re worried about me being too hard on him? I’m telling him the truth.

I’m telling him that he’s not alone in this fight. He needs to know that someone is fighting for him

while he can’t.”

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“I’m not saying you shouldn’t be angry,” he countered, his frustration beginning to show. “I’m angry

too. I’m so angry I can barely think straight. Do you think you’re more angry about this more than

me? He’s my brother. I do understand why you are frustrated and angry, but Giovanni doesn’t need

more stress right now. He needs to heal.”

I stared at him, my disbelief warring with a rising tide of fury. “Then what do you suggest we do, Dominic? Wait? Give her a head start while we sit by Giovanni’s bedside and sing campfire songs?

She’s already gotten away with this for too long. If we wait, if we ‘heal’ like you want, she’ll just get

stronger. She’ll have another chance to finish the job.”

“Or we could wait until we have something solid,” he shot back, his voice rising to match mine.

“Something that can’t be dismissed as grief induced paranoia. Right now, it’s your word against hers. And in the eyes of the pack, in the eyes of the law, her word still carries more weight. Right

now, let’s focus on Giovanni getting better rather than stressing about things like this. What if he

gets worse? What if stressing him out causes him to regress, Valerie?”

The words hit me like a physical blow. The fear of regression, of losing the progress we’d made,

was a constant, gnawing terror in the back of my mind. I hated that he was using it against me, but

I couldn’t deny the power it had over me.

“That’s not fair,” I whispered, my anger deflating, replaced by a cold, hollow ache.

“None of this is fair,” he said, his voice softening slightly, the anger replaced by a deep, bone weary

sadness. “But we have to be smart about this. We can’t let our grief and anger make us reckless.

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