Chapter 208 I Won’t Push Him Away Again
Back when Whitney, Rachel, and Amy were locked in the shipping container, Damian had eventually ordered them transfered to anther vehicle.
Whitney vividly recalled his chilling words – it they could be used, they would be sent to Tessaria, if not, they would be dealt with
And by “dealt with,” he diddi’i mem komerthing as simple muliscending mobject
Are they Are they still after?” Whitney asked, her voice trembling
Despite all the conflits and trieminent, the didn’t want their lives to end like this.
“They’re alive,” “Yvette replied, “but barely. When the police found them, they were enroute to Tessoria. Amy’s mental state was already unstable, and Rachel was etically weak from blood loss after a miscarriage. She was hardly bolding on.”
Thomas added, “The Howard family sent Rachel abroad for treatment. She likely won’t
Whitney hadn’t expected things to end this way for the two of them
Yvette showed no sumpah. “This is what they call karma ”
Whitney’s thoughts turned to someone else. “How’s Grandpa’ishenkay?
Aside from Noel Thijsh Howard, the elder of the tandh, was the person she worried about most
Thomas, well–informed about the Howard family affairs, explained, “The Howard Group has faced a tremendous upheaval Mr. Howard Senior managed to hold things together, but with Damian dead, the family’s position is precarious. Samael Howard, the chairman, ista longertrusted by the board: Mr. Howard Senior had no choice but to step in personally.
“Do to the sensitive nature of the case and to avoid public backlash, the outside world believes Damian simply died in a car accident.
“Fortunately, Deputy Mayor Beckham personally exposed Damian’s crimes and conducted a public self–reflection, without that, the Howard family might not have weathered the storm.
The Howard family held significant sway in Seabuke, and Howard Group had once been organled as a model enterprise. With this scandal, their forms had to minimizing the damage.
Handing just woken up and talked so much, Whoney began to feel drained
Yvette urged her to stop worrying and focus on her recovery. “What’s done is done. Take care of yourself.”
After they lett, Whitney quietly got out of bed
She took the elevator to the top floor, where two men in black suits were stationed outside.
One of them blocked her path. “This floor is restricted”
“I’m not a reporter,” whitory pleaded. “I was admitted to the hospital with Mr. Howard. I just want to see him.
The guard remained firm. “You say you’re not a reporter, but we’ve seen others art even more convincingly. Move along.”
“I’m really not a sporter Impatient from the flour below. Ask the doctors of us if you don’tbelieve meTM
A voice came from nearby “What’s going on here?
Whitney turned toward the source of the voice, her eyes lighting up. “Mr. Carter!
Dariel recognized the woman in the hospital gown as Whitney and hurried over.
“Mr. Spencer, you’re awake. But you should still be resting–you look terribly pale,” he said with.concem.
Whitney’s face was indeed ghostly white, drained of all color
Shaking her head, she said, “Mr. Carter, I want to see Noel, Ikume he hasn’t woken up, but can’t stop worrying. I just want to see him, even if it’s just for a
moment. Hease!
He red–fed eyes, paired with her pallid face, evoked a deep sense of pity.
Daniel sighed softly. “Ms. Spencer, don’t worry. Mr. Howard isn’t litical condition. His head injury is serious, but he’s stable. I’ll take you to see him.” Following Daniel, Whitney walked down the quiet corridor, where only the hum of medical equipment could be heard.
Finally, they stopped outside a large glass wall.
Though the glass, Whitney now Noel lying on the hospital bed, his eyes closed as if he were merely asleep.
The steady beeping of the machines nearby was the only sign he wasn’t just peacefully resting but in a coma. Whitney raised a trembling hand to touch the glass, only to feel its cold, unyielding surface. Hervision blurred as tears spilled down her fare uncontrollably, accompanied by soft sobu.
Even Daniel, a grown man, couldn’t help but feela pang of discomfort seeing her like this.
*Ms. Spencer, Mr. Howard wouldn’t want to see you so upset,” he said gently.
“If it weren’t for me, he wouldn’t be lying here,” Wiley’s voice cracked with guilt as she stared at Noel with sorrow and longing
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“Mr. Howard acted willingly. If anything had happened to you, it would have been unbearable for him,” Dariel said. “Ms. Spencer, he cares deeply for you. He just never shows it and often says the opposite of what he means,‘
208 Won’t Push Him Away Again
Whitney nodded, tears streaming down her face. She understood. She had always understood.
Now, there was no room for doubt about Noel’s feelings for her. If she still questioned them, she would be a tool. “From now on, I won’t push him away again.”
