The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 78

Eleanor spoke up cautiously, trying to defend her daughter. "Victor, don't be so angry. Yvonne tried her best. Besides, Jefferson isn't quite at the same level as the Zimmerman family. We can simply find someone else..."

Slap!

A vicious backhand landed squarely on the woman's face. She trembled in fear, entirely too terrified to talk back.

"It's because of your utterly useless womb that I don't have a son! You left me without a male heir!"

"You foolish woman! As long as the old man refuses to hand over the Zimmerman empire to me, do you really think any elite from a family of our status would marry Yvonne? Jefferson is the best option we have!"

Victor managed to calm his breathing, settling back into his leather chair and glaring coldly at Yvonne.

"How is the acquisition of OCHH Luxury coming along? If you can't produce some real results, how do you expect your grandfather to ever see any value in you?"

Immense humiliation and burning resentment fermented violently in Yvonne's chest. She kept her head down. "OCHH's director, Quinn, is returning to the country soon. I've already scheduled a meeting. It will be successful soon."

"Dad, Grandpa ordered a full investigation into the drugging at the banquet. Will he trace it back to you..."

Victor lit a cigar. "If I have the guts to do it, it means I know how to clean up the mess."

He lazily dragged a finger across his throat in a casual slashing motion.

At Grandview Heights.

Miles gave Claire the master bedroom. The guest room he stayed in was completely saturated with her scent, which had tormented him all night long.

By nearly nine o'clock the next morning, Claire still hadn't made a single sound. It was unnervingly quiet.

Miles raised his hand, hesitated for a brief second, and finally pushed the door open.

On the bed, her small frame was curled up tightly under the blankets, still fast asleep. But Miles sharply noticed her rapid breathing and the unnatural, feverish flush on her face.

He stepped closer and pressed a hand against her forehead. It was burning hot.

She had a fever.

After being thrown into an ice bath yesterday and being pushed to the absolute limit by him...

Every single beat thundered violently against his ribs.

Miles pressed his lips tightly together, trying desperately to avoid staring at her stunning curves as he quickly slipped the oversized, comfortable loungewear onto her.

Miles drove Claire straight to the hospital, checked her into the emergency room, and got her set up with an IV drip.

Jared, who was just about to end his shift, spotted Miles in the ER. He paused in shock before his gaze drifted to the figure lying on the bed behind him, and a knowing smirk immediately spread across his face.

"Well, well. It's Ms. Jenner."

His eyes zeroed in on a faint, yet unmistakably glaring red mark right on Miles's neck.

Jared flashed a highly suggestive grin and clicked his tongue.

"Miles, man, you're doing this all wrong. You've got to learn how to be gentle with a woman."

"I get it, you finally tasted the forbidden fruit. But you don't have to go so hard that you literally put her in the hospital!"