Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 905

Chapter 905 Waiting and Worrying 

Supported by Amanda, Dolores stumbled into the waiting area, still unsteady on her feet. 

Harold remained in a daze. He turned his head slightly toward her and shook it. “It’s not him.” 

A collective sigh of relief swept through the room. 

Dolores finally caught her breath. 

Just then, a doctor hurried over. “You were brought in from the same accident?” 

“Yes, that was me,” Dolores answered, her voice trembling. 

“Has family been notified?” 

Harold stepped forward. “I’m family.” 

The doctor quickly pulled out a set of forms. “The patient has severe internal bleeding, a concussion, a fractured arm…” 

Harold barely registered the details-wherever the doctor pointed, he signed. 

Dolores stood off to the side, her eyes fixed on the operating room doors. 

Both Howard and Harvey had been taken into surgery. 

The driver showed no vital signs. 

The wait outside the OR felt endless. 

Harold glanced at Dolores. “Are you all right?” 

She shook her head. 

Harvey had shielded her with his own body-she hadn’t been hurt at all. 

If it hadn’t been for the privacy partition absorbing some of the impact, Harvey might not have made it. 

“I’m so sorry…” Dolores whispered, tears streaming down her face. 

Harold kept his voice steady. “This wasn’t your fault.” 

Claudia held his hand, gently rubbing it. “Harvey’s going to pull through.” 

Quentin looked at Dolores, pale and shaken, and turned to Amanda. “Why don’t you take her to a nearby hotel to clean up first She can come back for a checkup afterward.” 

“I’m not going,” Dolores insisted, her gaze still locked on the OR doors. She wanted to be right there when he came out. “F’ll wait here.” 

“if you wait like this, he’ll be frightened when he sees you,” Quentin said, nodding subtly to Amanda. 

Amanda put an arm around Dolores and gently guided her away. 

Quentin lowered his voice as he spoke to Harold. “I was going to call your father, but i thought I’d reach out to you first.” 

Harold gave a stiff nod. His eyes were bloodshot, though he didn’t seem to notice. 

“The police called earlier. The driver who caused the accident was DUI and had an outstanding warrant-he’s already in custody. 

Claudia watched Harold’s fists tighten. 

“Who drinks and drives first thing in the morning?” Harold took a slow, controlled breath. 

How could this just be a coincidence? 

Roger approached cautiously. 

“Mr. Cross, there’s an issue at the company.” 

Harold looked at him. “What is it?” 

Harold patted her head gently. “Take care of Mom and Dad. There’s something I need to take care of” 

She didn’t fully understand, but she nodded anyway. 

Harold left, taking Roger with him. 

Roger had mentioned there was a shareholders’ meeting scheduled for that afternoon. 

Somehow, word of Harvey’s accident had spread throughout the entire company. 

That meeting was likely to be eventful. 

Harold was gone the entire day. 

When Isabelle asked about him, Claudia told her the truth. 

Damian overheard and seemed to realize what Harold was doing-he didn’t ask any questions. 

The following afternoon, in the Cypher Group boardroom, Harold walked in dressed in a black suit. Behind him followed two rows of security personnel, trailed by six or seven police officers. 

Roger stood beside him, carrying a stack of files. 

Harold entered the buzzing room with a stride that seemed to drop the temperature. 

The shareholders’ meeting was about to begin, but when Roger pushed the door open and Harold stepped inside, the room fell completely silent. 

Harold kept his hands in his pockets, his gaze sweeping across the attendees like shards of ice. 

“Which one of you is George Wayne?” he asked, his voice dangerously calm. 

No one dared to answer. 

They all knew-the Cross family still had Harold.