The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 107

Aria’s POV

“You have what’s on your mind, just tell me. Don’t keep it bottled up,” Sophila said, her voice gentle as she

after slamming the door on William. rubbed my back. I’d nearly choked on my bo

I forced a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “I’m fine. Really.”

Sophia gave me a knowing look. “Aria Harper, that smile might work on fashion executives and investors,

but not on me.”

She was right. Behind my smile, my mind was a battlefield of emotions–relief that I’d finally stood up to my father, terror about what would come next, and a strange emptiness where familial obligation used to

reside.

“It’s just… surreal,” I admitted. “Four years of playing the perfect daughter, and now-

A heavy thud interrupted us. Something–or someone—had fallen against my apartment door.

Sophia and I exchanged puzzled glances. “Did you hear that?” she whispered.

I set down my beer and approached the door cautiously Opening it, I froze at the sight before me–William Harper, CEO of the Harper Media Group and my estranged father of approximately thirty minutes, lay unconscious on the hallway floor.

“Oh my God!” Sophia gasped, rushing forward. “Mr. Harper? What’s wrong with him?”

I knelt beside him, instinctively checking his pulse. It was rapid but present. His face was flushed, and his breathing seemed labored. My mind registered these facts with clinical detachment, as if this were happening to a stranger rather than the man who’d raised me.

“He’s not going to die,” I said, my voice hollow as I reached for my phone and dialed 911. “Not in my hallway, anyway.”

The paramedics arrived within minutes. After a quick assessment, they determined he needed immediate hospitalization. One of them turned to me. “Are you family? Someone should accompany him.”

“I…” The word caught in my throat. Was I still family? Thirty minutes ago, I’d declared I was no longer a Harper.

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She’s his daughter, Sophia answered for me, giving mehide a gentis plenie.

The ride to the hospital passed in tense silence, I sat as far away from William’s stretcher as the ambulance

allowed, watching the paramedics work. My father’s far appeared oddly vulnerable without his customary stern expression. For a fleeting moment, i saw echoes the man who’d once carried me on his shoulders

through Central Park.

Upon arrival at New York–Presbyterian, William was whisked away for tests while 1 completed paperwork. I was directed to a private waiting area–the perks of being a Harper, even when you’d just renounced the

name,

I hadn’t been waiting long when Victoria burst through the doors, her designer heels clicking against the polished floor. Her face was a perfect mask of wifely concern, but her eyes betrayed calculation rather than

worry,

“William, darling!” she cried, rushing past me toward the doctor who’d just entered. “What happened? How

is he?”

The doctor explained that William had suffered a mild heart attack, likely triggered by extreme stress. He was stable but would need to remain under observation, Victoria nodded attentively, occasionally dabbing at dry eyes with a silk handkerchief.

Once the doctor left, her façade crumbled. She whirled toward me, her voice dropping to an accusatory

hiss.

“This is all your fault! Your wedding spectacle today–humiliating both families in front of New York’s elite! You put your father in that hospital bed!”

I met her gaze steadily. “Interesting theory. I’m sure it had nothing to do with his daughter discovering her fiancé was sleeping with her stepsister. Or that said stepsister is pregnant with his child.”

Victoria’s eyes widened momentarily before narrowing. You’ve always been jealous of Scarlett. Now you’ve fabricated this ridiculous story-”

“Save it,” I cut her off. “The pictures and messages weren’t fabricated. The only fiction here is your concern for my father.”

“How dare you!” Victoria’s voice rose. “I’ve been a devoted wife to William-

“After being a devoted nurse to my mother?” I retorted. Quite the career advancement strategy. The Ross family might not have much talent, but climbing into beds not meant for them seems to be a special skill

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Her perfectly Botoxed face couldn’t fully hide her fury. gotten you–alone. You couldn’t keep Ethan interested.

want you?”

I smiled coldly. “Perhaps you should check with the billi ‘devoted wife‘ like yourself wouldn’t want to miss hand]

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Her perfectly Botoxed face couldn’t fully hide her fury. You think you’re so clever, Aria. But look where it’s gotten you—alone. You couldn’t keep Ethan interested. What makes you think any man of substance would

want you?

1 smiled coldly. Perhaps you should check with the billing department about insurance forms. I’m sure a devoted wife like yourself wouldn’t want to miss handling those details.”

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