The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 237

**Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane**

**Chapter 237**

**Gemma’s POV**

Zina’s grip on her phone is so fierce that her knuckles have turned a ghostly shade of white. She seems to be more on edge than I am, and that’s saying something. The tension in the air is thick, almost suffocating.

“Gemma, we really need to head to the hospital right now,” she blurts out, urgency lacing her voice. “Don’t just sit here torturing yourself. I’ll find you the best doctor available, I promise!”

Before I can even muster a protest, she is already furiously scrolling through the hospital’s web directory, her lips moving as she mutters under her breath. “The earliest appointment… oh no, that’s too far away… wait—yes! Next Monday! I’ve booked you in for Monday!”

She looks up at me, her eyes ablaze with determination. “I’ll go with you, and Jace will come too! No matter what happens, Gemma! You won’t face this alone.”

Her unwavering confidence only deepens the hollowness I feel inside. I drop my gaze to the table, fixating on the untouched glass of tea that has grown cold in front of me.

A heavy weight settles in my chest, squeezing tighter with each breath I take. Anxiety wraps around me like a suffocating blanket.

Jace leans forward slightly, his silent support palpable even from across the table. I can sense the unasked questions swirling in the air between us: “How did it come to this? Why now?”

Her words resonate with my own swirling thoughts, but I remain silent. Instead, I excuse myself and slip out of the villa, desperate for fresh air.

*****

As soon as I step outside, my phone buzzes to life. It’s Mikhail.

“You’ve only been here a few days…”

His voice is calm, yet tinged with irritation when I answer. “And already you’re skipping work?”

The lump in my throat swells, threatening to choke me. I respond more sharply than I intended, the words tumbling out.

“Is Dream International not supposed to care about its employees’ health and well-being? I’m not feeling well, so I need some time off.”

Before he can retort, I hang up, my fingers trembling as I shove the phone into my bag.

Why does even his casual tone make me feel like I’m in trouble?

Minutes later, another call interrupts my thoughts, and my heart sinks as I see the hospital’s number flash on the screen.

“Ms. Blackwell!”

The nurse’s voice rushes through the line, frantic and urgent. “Your mother’s condition has suddenly worsened. She’s critical right now. She keeps calling for you and your husband. It would be best if you both could get here as soon as possible.”

My breath catches in my throat… husband? She’s calling for Cassian?

“Please come quickly,” the nurse insists again. “It’s important that you bring your husband too.”

The call disconnects before I can even respond, leaving me in a whirlwind of panic.

I dial Cassian’s number immediately, but it rings endlessly, with no answer.

Panic tightens its grip on my chest, morphing into anger. Where on earth is he?

I call again, but once more, I’m met with silence.

Grinding my teeth in frustration, I call Oakhaven, and Chloe answers almost instantly.

“Chloe, put Cassian on the line,” I demand, my voice sharp with urgency. “It’s important.”

“Mrs. Blackwell,” she stammers, her voice shaky. “Mr. Blackwell just stepped out.”

Her hesitation only fuels my anxiety, each second stretching into an eternity.

“Chloe, I don’t have time for games!”

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