I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 268

My heart sank back into the abyss. Horace had left the hospital against medical advice? No wonder he had returned so much earlier than in my past life.

Dr. Millian hadn’t spelled it out, but hers was a top-tier private hospital that catered to an elite clientele. Ordinary people couldn’t even get through the door. Horace must have had a serious falling out with them for her to require me to “clear the way” before she could help.

“Okay, I’ll do it as quickly as I can. I’ll call you back once everything is sorted out.”

The line went dead, and the dark screen of my phone reflected my pale, frantic face.

The only reason Horace had been admitted to that hospital in the first place was because of Steven.

Which meant that now, I needed Steven’s connections for Dr. Millian to help, for Horace’s leg to be saved.

A lump formed in my throat, and I couldn’t seem to breathe. My relationship with Steven was already in tatters. We were on the brink of a bitter divorce, and just this morning, I had callously dismissed the woman he cared for.

We were supposed to sign the papers tomorrow, and he had made it clear he never wanted to see me again. To go to him now, begging for help, would be the ultimate humiliation.

And yet, I threw on my coat without a second thought. As I grabbed my phone, my mind in a turmoil, I tripped over a chair and fell hard. A sharp pain shot through my body, and tears sprang to my eyes. A glance at the clock told me I only had forty minutes left. There was no time to waste. I scrambled back to my feet and limped out the door.

A light rain had started to fall, but I didn’t have time to go back for an umbrella. I ran to my car and drove. By the time I reached the villa, the drizzle had turned into a torrential downpour.

The cold rain soaked me to the bone. I automatically reached for the keypad to enter the security code, but my fingers hovered over the last digit. I stopped and pressed the doorbell instead.

I was here to beg, not to play the lady of the manor. I needed to show some humility.

He took the umbrella from me, placed it in the stand by the door, and then draped a dry towel over my shoulders before retrieving the first-aid kit and sitting down beside me.

I noticed that his own shoulder was damp from the rain, and I pressed my lips together.

He gently lifted the hem of my pants, rolling them up to my knee. The skin was scraped and bloody. His frown deepened, and his voice was low and rough. “What did you want to talk to me about? Begging me not to go through with the divorce?”

He looked at me, a bitter edge to his voice. “You were so full of bravado this morning, so indifferent to everything. Now look at you, all banged up. Did you finally realize…”

“Steven,” I interrupted, grabbing his hand and meeting his dark, intense gaze. My pale lips formed the words that felt like they were being torn from my soul. “Horace was in a car accident. They’re going to have to amputate his leg. Can you please, please help me contact the hospital where he was treated before? I need you to get his specialist to consult on the surgery.”

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