Back in Time to Fall for Him novel Chapter 121

After a full check-up and treatment at Portelisse City Hospital, Madison was moved out of the ER and into a regular room.

Timothy and his team received an update on Madison's condition as well. She had some pretty bad scrapes and a mild concussion, but nothing life-threatening.

Andrew, who had been driving, and Joyce were hit harder. He had both legs broken, and she ended up with two broken ribs.

After making sure all three of them were settled, Timothy called William to report on Madison.

Once William heard she was going to be okay, he finally let out a breath. "Keep an eye on her for the next couple of days and don't let her slip away. The second she's stable, send her overseas."

"Got it," Timothy said. He ended the call a moment later.

…

Early the next morning at Northcrest Villa, Sam finally managed to doze off for half an hour before his phone started ringing and snapped him awake.

He rubbed his aching temples, feeling the weight of a sleepless night, and checked the caller ID. It was Brett.

"What is it?" he muttered, voice rough and low.

Brett didn't waste time. "Mr. Goodwin, we followed your instructions and kept an eye on Mr. Goodwin Senior. Word just came in that he ordered people to monitor the Portelisse media and bury any news about car crashes."

Sam's eyes flew open, sharp and clear, and the pain disappeared instantly.

William never spent energy on anything pointless. If he was pushing this hard to bury the news about the car crashes in Portelisse, then there was definitely something he didn't want getting out.

Sam dropped his voice. "Send someone to track down every car crash in Portelisse last night and figure out exactly who was involved."

He had a nagging suspicion. If Sam was the reason William was trying to block the news, then Madison was probably in Portelisse.

Another thought hit him, and his chest tightened.

A car crash! Was Madison involved?

The second the idea landed, Sam could no longer stay still. He tightened his grip on the phone and spoke before Brett could hang up. "Book me the earliest flight to Portelisse now!"

"Huh?" Brett froze for a beat, then snapped back. "Got it. Do you want me to pick you up after that?"

Sam let out a low grunt of agreement and ended the call.

An hour later, a plane headed for Portelisse streaked across the sky.

…

Madison woke up in Portelisse City Hospital, staring at a plain white ceiling. She blinked, and then everything that had happened right before she blacked out came rushing back to her. She shot upright.

"Thanks to you, he was pretty shaken up, but he left with a brand-new truck," Timothy said, his voice thick with sarcasm.

His anger only burned hotter. Madison had caused trouble for people on his team, yet she was worried about some random stranger and hadn't even asked how his own crew was doing.

Maybe she deserved to be watched.

Madison let the jab slide. Hearing that the driver was okay finally let her breathe. As long as he was safe, that was what mattered.

She eased back onto the bed, unbothered and slow, eyes already closing as she dismissed him. "I need to rest. Get out."

Timothy had zero interest in staying. He let out a snort and walked out without looking back. Only after the door clicked shut did Madison open her eyes, her expression turning thoughtful.

Last night, she had been ready to die rather than let those people drag her out of the country. She hadn't died, but she'd gotten what she wanted.

The problem was that escaping them a second time would be even harder now. But then her thoughts shifted, and a thin spark of optimism slipped in.

This was a hospital. People came and went. It was a way better shot than that isolated villa.

Here, Madison actually had a chance to get close to someone from the outside. She just needed to make sure whoever she reached out to wasn't from Mudward Isle.

With that, the outline of a plan began to take shape.