Trick Him Into Divorce, Then Flee With His Unknow Kid novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Chapter 137 The Secret Hidden in the Bennett Family

Rose shook her head.

"I’m not sure. He went out of his way to come here with Samantha, so maybe it was part of the plan."

After all, they already had the divorce certificate.

It was only natural for Ryan to want to give the woman he loved a proper place by his side as soon as possible.

Caleb couldn’t detect even a hint of sadness on Rose’s face.

He wanted to comfort her, but he didn’t know where to begin.

Seven years.

No matter how love ended, the wounds left behind didn’t disappear overnight.

Even when the feelings were gone, the scars still ached.

Rose smiled indifferently, patted Caleb on the shoulder, and returned to her room.

She gave no further thought to whatever Samantha and Ryan might be doing that night.

Instead, she sent Ariel several photos she had taken during the day.

After taking a shower, she was getting ready for bed when something fell out of her coat pocket.

A ring.

Rose picked it up and scratched her head.

She wasn’t sure what to do with it.

Should she return it to Trevor?

That didn’t seem right either.

After all, he hadn’t even bought it himself, and going out of her way to return it might make things unnecessarily awkward.

Just as she was debating what to do, the doorbell rang.

Assuming it was Caleb, Rose slipped the ring back into her coat pocket and walked to the door.

But when she opened it, she froze.

Ryan stood outside.

He was still wearing the same clothes from earlier.

His sharp features looked even more striking under the hallway lights.

"Aren’t you supposed to be with—"

Before she could finish, Ryan interrupted.

"Come back to New York with me. Right now."

His voice was low and serious. "Your grandfather is in surgery."

Rose’s face instantly turned pale.

All the color drained from it.

Ryan, by contrast, remained remarkably calm.

Without waiting for an invitation, he walked into the room, opened her suitcase, folded her coat inside, added the charger from the bedside table, and zipped it shut.

Glancing at his watch, he said calmly, "It’s rush hour. Commercial flights are sold out. I arranged a private jet on the way here. By the time we reach the airport, the flight clearance should be approved."

Rose’s mind went completely blank.

Her grandfather was ninety years old.

She didn’t dare imagine what would happen if something went wrong.

By the time she regained her senses, she was already sitting in the car.

That very night, they rushed back to New York.

The entire trip was a race against time.

When Rose arrived at the hospital, Gabriel was still in surgery.

The doctor explained, "The patient suffered a fall and fractured his lower leg. At present, his life is not in danger."

Even so, Rose couldn’t relax.

She was a medical student.

She understood better than most the serious complications that could follow a fracture in someone of Gabriel’s age.

She sat in the hallway, absentmindedly picking at her fingernails.

It was the only way she knew how to release the anxiety building inside her.

Ryan walked over and immediately noticed the familiar habit.

Whenever Rose was anxious, angry, or upset, she would pick at the same spot until the skin became raw.

Stopping in front of her, he removed the expensive watch from his wrist.

Then he bent down and placed it into her hands.

"Watch the time."

His voice was calm. "That way, you’ll know how long he’s been in there."

Only then did Rose look down at the silver watch resting in her palms, still carrying his body heat.

Without realizing it, she started fidgeting with it.

Ryan glanced at her hands before sitting down beside her.

His tone remained cool and detached.

Normally it sounded heartless.

Strangely enough, at that moment, it was reassuring.

"I checked on him when I arrived. It shouldn’t be anything serious."

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