Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2526

Sylvia turned to Milanda. “I’ll take Mr. Winters for his check-up. You go ahead and see Lydia first.”

But Eugene interjected at once. “I can handle it myself—it’s not like I’m bedridden or anything. Seriously, I can manage. You and Milanda should go see Lydia together.”

Sylvia nodded. “Alright, but keep your phone on. Call me if anything comes up.”

“Will do. I’ll come find you upstairs when I’m done.” Eugene gave her a charming smile.

With that, Sylvia and Milanda made their way to the inpatient wing.

When they knocked and entered, Amy had just finished an IV drip. Seeing Sylvia, she scrambled upright, alarm in her eyes. “Boss!”

Sylvia offered a gentle smile. “You should lie down. You just had your stomach pumped—you must still be weak.”

Milanda moved to place the flowers they’d brought in a vase.

Disheveled hair framed Amy’s pale face, her expression twisted with guilt. “I’m so sorry, boss—I’ve caused you trouble again.”

It wasn’t the first time. Last time, she’d insisted on meeting Baron Barlow, and Sylvia had to rescue her in the middle of the night.

This time, it was more of the same.

“You should be grateful to Mr. Winters,” Sylvia said quietly. “If he hadn’t been there, things could’ve gotten much worse.”

Amy nodded emphatically. “I know. Mr. Winters saved my life.”

Sylvia pulled up a chair. “Lydia, are you short on money?”

“Don’t worry about me, really. You and Milanda have already spent too much time on my problems, and I know things are busy at the office.” Amy’s gratitude mixed with embarrassment as she looked at Sylvia.

“Don’t let it weigh on—” Sylvia began, but the door suddenly burst open. A man in his late twenties strode in, radiating fury. He marched straight to Amy. “Did those bastards lay a finger on you?”

Amy’s eyes darted to Sylvia, flustered. “No, they didn’t.”

“No?” The man didn’t look convinced. He scrutinized her neck, lips curling into a sneer. “Amy, you make me sick.”

All the color drained from Amy’s face. Her lips trembled. “What are you talking about? Are you still drunk from last night?”

She was mortified. “Boss, Milanda, maybe you should go.”

Sylvia understood—the two were obviously a couple, and this wasn’t a conversation for outsiders. With a nod, she led Milanda out of the room.