Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1330

"It is not common at all," Danny answered truthfully. "Since I began working for Ms. Lincoln, apart from the year she went missing, she has never been unreachable for this long. However..." He paused, shifting his tone. "You do not need to worry, Ms. Moore. Joshua explicitly told me that everything is fine on Ms. Lincoln's end. He instructed us to return home and handle our work without worrying about them."

Danny respected Joshua from the bottom of his heart. Joshua was the top assistant James had personally trained and assigned to Emmy, possessing skills and methods far superior to his own. If Joshua gave an order, it meant it was directly from James, and as subordinates, it was not their place to question it. As Emmy's assistant, Danny knew exactly where his duties lay. No matter what violent storms raged on the front lines, his sole responsibility was to hold down the fort and protect Ms. Lincoln's commercial empire.

"If Joshua said so, then there is definitely no problem," Krystina said, clapping her hands together and making a swift decision.

After exchanging a few more brief pleasantries, Krystina and Danny turned and left. They headed straight for the airport and boarded their flight back home.

Half a day later, a luxurious private jet and an elite medical team dispatched by the Michell family finally touched down on Lani Island. The cabin doors opened, and the medical staff moved quickly and carefully to transfer Steve onto the aircraft. Sylvia followed close behind, remaining by his side for the journey back. Thanks to the top tier specialists intervening, Steve's injuries were largely stabilized.

The jet cruised smoothly through the clouds for several hours. Steve, who had been lying perfectly still on the medical bed, suddenly raised the hand without an IV drip and pulled the oxygen mask off his face. He slowly opened his eyes, turned his head, and stared deeply at Sylvia, who was keeping vigil beside him.

Startled by his intense gaze, Sylvia assumed he must be thirsty. She turned around with practiced ease, poured a glass of warm water, inserted a straw, and brought it to his lips.

"Do you want a sip?" she asked in a flat, even tone.

Despite suffering a massive fright during the chaos of the past few days, Sylvia had stayed awake day and night to care for him.

Steve suddenly remembered an eerily similar moment from years ago. Back then, she had cared for him with the exact same meticulous devotion. Whenever he was dead drunk, whenever he deliberately made things difficult or played cruel tricks on her, she always took care of him like a flawless, tireless machine. Her care from years ago and her care in this very moment seemed entirely identical, yet at the same time, completely different.

For the past few days, Steve had been trapped in a hazy, delirious state. In those half awake moments of darkness, he kept having strange but incredibly vivid dreams. It was only over the last two days, as his consciousness cleared, that he managed to piece together the chaotic fragments.

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