The Tycoon's Secret Wife's Escape novel Chapter 70

Chapter 700

Chapter 70

“Ma’am, please don’t take everything the boss says to heart, Eliot murmured. His eyes filled with a sadness that only deepened my despair.

Tears streamed down my face. How had my relationship with Grayson come to this?

“Believe me,” Eliot continued, “you mean a lot to Boss Grayson. He’s just confused and hurting right now. What he went through while you were apart wasn’t easy. He can try to bury the pain while you’re together, but that won’t just disappear. If he doesn’t heal, neither of you will find happiness, and it’ll only hurt you both.”

I nodded repeatedly, clinging to any chance of understanding. I wanted so badly to grasp Grayson’s feelings–to reach him -but…

The assistant’s comforting hand on my shoulder did little to ease the crushing weight in my chest. Nothing about this situation was okay.

Stepping into the elevator, the weight of Grayson’s words pressed heavily down on me.

Crossing the lobby felt endless, my steps slow and unsteady. Tears continued to fall, refusing to let me forget how shattered I

felt.

It hurt when Gabriel had been distracted by Sabrina, but this this was unbearable.

When Grayson asked for space, I was confused, aching to break through the walls he’d built and ease his pain, to heal the wounds life had etched into him. I wanted to believe that his struggle was more complex than I could fully understand

And yet…

… my own pain screamed for strength–to acknowledge that he’d wounded me just as my family and Gabriel had.

I should walk away from him and sever the ties that only brought me misery.

My lips trembled as these thoughts battered my mind.

But what if it wasn’t that simple! How could I move on when I’d never truly believed Grayson had used me? My heart knew with absolute certainty that he treasured me more than his life.

My tears kept falling in the car’s back seat, unwilling to fade away.

Through the blur of my vision, I saw him. Grayson stood at the building entrance, his gaze locked onto the car as if he could see straight through the tinted glass.

Eliot said something to him, but it only made his expression harder, colder.

How could someone be so cruel?

“Let’s go!” I told the driver, handing him the details of the apartment I’d loaned to Cassie during her stay in Century City.

As we drove. I took the time to collect myself. I had a life to return to, one I had carefully planned.

1 had already said it, hadn’t I? I wouldn’t let any man hurt me again.

Now, I had no choice but to be brave.

When the car stopped in front of the apartment building. I told the driver, “Take the car back to the villa. Our relationship

ends here.

Before he could respond, I stepped out of the car.

Chapter 70

I didn’t shed another tear when Lentered the apartment. The familiar sidened the room brought an unexpected sense of

of prace as I sat on the couch, allowing my mind to rest

Eventually, hunger forced me to move. I got up and checked the fridge for something to eat, hoping Cassie hard left something behind,

I found a cone of ice cream and devoured it without thinking. I hadn’t eaten dinner, and another drop in blood sugar was the last thing I needed.

While rummaging through the fridge, my eyes landed on something unusual: bottles of medication on the counter.

The label read “Venetodax. The other bottles beside it were vitamins, antibiotics, and steroids

What’s going on here!

Is Cassie sick!

Reaching for my phone, it hit me suddenly–Lhadn’t heard from Cassie since the day she left for Singapore. With all the chaos related to Charlotte, my best friend would’ve been the first to message me.

I was about to call her, but my phone rang suddenly, making me jump.

The number on the screen was unfamiliar. Hesitating, I wondered if this had anything to do with Charlotte or Grayson

Damn it! My curiosity is winning out over caution!

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Ms. Isabella Prescott?” A formal female voice asked.

“Yes.” My heart was racing.

“This is from Emerald Bay Regional Hospital. We’re calling because you’re listed as the healthcare proxy for Ms. Cassie Monroe, the voice on the other end explained.

“What?” My world seemed to spin at those words. “What do you mean, miss?”

“It’s urgent, Ms. Prescott. You need to come to the hospital immediately. As her healthcare proxy, we require your signature for urgent procedures. I’ll send you the details right after this call.”

When the line went dead, I stood frozen, my mind refusing to process what I’d heard.

Is this some kind of prank?

Wasn’t Cassie supposed to be in Singapore?

With trembling fingers, I tried calling her number but only got the raw response of an automated voice message. Again and again, I tried, each failed attempt increasing my dread.

I moved numbly to the fridge, taking note of the medication I saw, and then quickly searched for it online. The results made my whole body shake with recognition of their gravity.

There was no time to waste. I grabbed a hoodie and pants, then called an Uber. The hospital provided the address, and I relayed it to the driver.

At the hospital, I practically sprinted to the neurology department, clinging to the desperate hope that this was all some terrible misunderstanding, just a cruel joke! But the growing sense of urgency weighed heavily on me.

When I reached the room, my heart sank. The doctors were focused on their job, and there, lying on the bed, was Cassie,