“It’s just trying to silence someone. That’s all it is, Emma. For the first time, I feel so powerless.”
“Look, Allison, I get it. I really do. Back in the day, when I came out alone to work hard, my boyfriend dumped me for my cousin. I felt like a walking punchline.
Allison, you just need some rest, okay? All this media circus will blow over. You’re starting on that new movie this Friday. We’re in this for the career, girl! Men? They’re not worth your brain space! Forget about that jerk!”
“Yeah, everything will pass.” Allison repeated softly.
After hanging up, Emma let out a long sigh and opened her laptop. Photos and videos of Penelope cluttered her screen. How could Lucian be so blind? Penelope’s messy private life was no secret, yet Lucian still stood up for her.
Around 10 a.m.
Emma received a call from an unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is this Emma?”
“Speaking. Who’s this?”
“Oh, I’m a friend of Hughes. He’s been hurt. Can you come over?”
“Hurt?” Emma shot to her feet.
At the hospital.
Hughes had just been moved out of the ICU after a four-hour emergency ordeal the previous night. His vital signs were finally stabilizing.
The hospital corridors were bustling with activity.
Emma stepped out of the elevator and headed straight to the nurse’s station. “Excuse me, could you tell me where the patient admitted last night is? The one with dyed blond hair, tall, slim...”
“Oh, him? Are you family? A friend?”
“Just a friend.”
“He was in a bad way last night. He lost a lot of blood. Lucky for him, the knife missed the vital organs. He’s out of the ICU, in room 12, bed B.”
“Thank you,” Emma said before heading to room 12. At the door, she saw a young man squatting, with a cigarette dangling from his lips. He took a drag, but when a passing nurse reminded him smoking wasn’t allowed, he flashed an apologetic smile and snuffed it out.
Emma recognized him. He worked at Blue Club and was a good friend of Hughes, but she didn’t know his name.
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