When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 93

**TITLE: Silent Roads Remember by Sawyer**
**Chapter 93**

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Heather sat in her office, the weight of the Lynch Group’s declining status pressing heavily on her shoulders. She was acutely aware that she couldn’t mend every broken piece, but she felt an urgent need to prevent any further deterioration for the company she had dedicated herself to for years.

The reality was stark: the Lynch Group had slipped from its once-coveted position among the top ten companies in Halinston. It was a bitter pill to swallow.

She didn’t quite grasp the full scope of the situation, but curiosity propelled her to voice her thoughts. “Why are you suggesting I go to him? If the Lynch Group is aiming to reclaim its former glory, aren’t you capable of handling that yourself, Mr. Goodman?” she probed, testing the waters of his intentions.

Titus raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering across his lips. “Are you confident you could handle my methods?” he replied, his tone teasing yet serious.

Heather fell silent, the implications of his words hanging in the air between them.

Having been at the helm for three years, Heather had heard the whispers about Titus’s notorious reputation. He was a force to be reckoned with, a titan in the industry so formidable that even his fiercest rivals tread carefully around him, fearful of attracting his ire.

Yet, Titus had a peculiar code; he wouldn’t seize companies without justification. As long as one kept a respectful distance, he would allow them to thrive.

He was open to sharing the spoils, permitting others to profit alongside him.

But woe to those who dared to cross him…

Heather’s thoughts drifted to the countless individuals who had found themselves on the wrong side of his temper.

After she exited the room, Titus pushed the door to the ward open, only to find Chiara absent from her bed. A shadow of concern crossed his features.

Just then, Lindsay emerged from the bathroom, her eyes lighting up as she spotted him. “Oh, Mr. Goodman, you’re back,” she greeted, a hint of relief in her voice.

Titus glanced towards the bathroom door, his brow furrowing. “Is she able to get out of bed now?” he inquired, his concern palpable.

Lindsay nodded, her expression serious. “Yes, but she still needs to change it frequently,” she replied, her tone laced with worry.

As if on cue, Chiara stepped out of the bathroom, her hand pressed against her abdomen. Upon seeing Titus, she bit her lip, a wave of discomfort washing over her as she awkwardly retreated back toward the bed.

The sedatives had long ceased, and the painkillers had been discontinued as well.

Titus’s heart sank at the sight of her pale complexion, the sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead. Without a second thought, he stepped forward and enveloped her in his arms.

“Your stomach hurts, yet you won’t say a word? Why didn’t you call for me?” he asked, his voice a mix of concern and frustration.

Chiara’s eyelids fluttered, but silence enveloped her. It was only after he gently laid her back on the bed that she instinctively curled up, turning her back to him.

In a fetal position, she sought solace from the pain that gripped her.

Titus’s heart ached at the sight. He pressed the call button, urgency in his actions.

Moments later, the on-duty doctor and a nurse hurried into the room.

“Mr. Goodman,” the doctor addressed him, his tone professional yet cautious.

Titus’s gaze remained fixed on Chiara’s fragile form, her lips pale and drawn tight against the pain. He couldn’t bear to see her in such distress.

“Get her something for the pain,” he commanded, his voice firm.

The doctor hesitated, a frown etching his features. “Mr. Goodman, she’s experiencing period pain. Pain medications like these are typically reserved for post-surgical recovery…” he began, but Titus’s frown deepened.

“She can’t use them?” Titus asked, his tone sharp.

The doctor pressed his lips together, weighing his words. “It’s not that she can’t, but these painkillers often contain caffeine or even trace amounts of cannabis. Prolonged use could lead to dependency, and if she ever requires surgery in the future, standard pain medications might not be as effective for her,” he explained, his voice cautious.

Seeing the tension in Titus’s expression, the doctor added quickly, “And overuse of these medications can adversely affect her health as well.”

Lindsay interjected, her voice laced with concern. “But Mrs. Goodman suffers from excruciating cramps every month. She needs to take painkillers for two or three days just to cope. Is that harmful?”

The doctor momentarily froze, confusion flashing across his face. ‘Mrs. Goodman? Whose wife is she referring to?’ he pondered internally.

Titus’s gaze turned icy as he awaited the doctor’s response.

The doctor snapped back to the present, stuttering slightly. “If… If she only takes them for a day or two during her period, it’s probably not a significant issue. However, we did have a case here—a woman who relied on painkillers for her cramps for years. By the time she reached her forties, she was diagnosed with acute leukemia. Our tests indicated that her constant use of painkillers was a major contributing factor. So my recommendation is, if she can avoid them, she should. But if the pain is unbearable, taking one is acceptable. Just not too many…”

After the doctor’s explanation, silence enveloped the room. Chiara remained quiet, gritting her teeth as she endured the pain.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely before Titus finally broke the silence, his voice low and tinged with irritation. “Are you really just going to let her suffer in pain?”

The doctor adjusted his glasses, his demeanor shifting slightly. “Mr. Goodman, to be honest, modern medicine doesn’t have much to offer for this kind of pain. I would recommend she consult with practitioners of traditional medicine, as they often have more effective remedies for such issues.”

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