Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 562

Chapter 562: We Need To Prepare Ourselves

(Author’s POV)

"Or~ ... should I call you by your real name .... Denver Brooks?" Catherine said.

The moment she let out his name from her mouth, something triggered. The dull, dim light bulb started to flicker violently like a candle flame. Catherine’s eyes narrowed, but before she could understand what was happening, she noticed that the room, quite steadily, was filling up with strange, odourless, thick black fog.

She sensed something was off; her feet started to backtrack, her heels clicking urgently on the cemented floor. She twisted the door handle, but the heavy metal door refused to budge. She was ready to tear it down with whatever power she had left, but before she could get the chance to walk out, the smoke wrapped itself around her ankles like shackles, locking her in place. When she struggled and tried to shrug it off of her, it quickly moved up to her legs, then to her hips, circling her shoulders. Soon, it reached her face, engulfing it.

Once her entire body was shrouded in dark mist, the light went out completely as she too got mingled in that fog.

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"Miss, you shouldn’t run like this~ .... the patients are resting," A nurse called from behind, but Yelena wasn’t hearing anything. She had sped through several traffic lights to reach to the private facility as soon as possible. There was only one thing on her mind: her grandfather’s well-being. Everything else was a blank slate.

Yelena sprinted through the corridor without a care in the world, her eyes puffed from crying along the way. Once she spotted the room number Secretary Grey had texted her, her steps slowed down almost instinctively.

With footsteps as heavy as lead, she moved forward, her body tremoring unconsciously. Standing outside the room, she stared at the door for a good minute or two, her hand clasped around the knob in a vice grip.

Wiping off the tears from the corner of her eyes, she took a deep, long, steady breath. After composing and preparing her state of mind, she twisted the handle and entered softly.

Hearing the click sound, Oliver Grey, who was tending to Garry, with his back towards the door, turned around. When he saw it was Yelena, his already reddened eyes immediately welled up. With a hoarse voice, he said, "Ms. Yates, you are here."

Yelena looked at Oliver’s careworn expression, and a lump settled in her throat. She batted her eyelids as her eyes darted towards Garry, who was lying in bed with his eyes closed. His head was dressed with bandages.

Without uttering anything, she walked towards him, her feet staggering a little. The nearer she got, the more her eyes turned blurry.

Garry’s ashen face, the two inch long, bluish dark circles under his eyes, the lacerations on his lips, which he got from trying to endure and suppress the pain from the oath’s brutal backlash, his hollowed out cheeks, were a stark contrast from his normal, robust self.

She extended her hand to touch his face as she couldn’t help but shake like a leaf. Her nostrils flared, and her chin quivered when she tried to restrain the urge to cry. She took his hand in hers and, with a strained voice, asked, "Secretary Grey~ ... how~ .... how did this happen?"

Oliver bit his lower lip, then answered, "We were on our way to the airport when several speeding cars went past ours. The road was slippery because of the rain, so when I tried to steer away and dodge them, the car skidded and lost control."

Garry had clearly instructed his secretary not to let anyone in his family know about the real cause of the accident. Even though he wanted to reveal the truth about the culprit, his hands were tied.

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