The Quinn family's market value had evaporated and its stock had plummeted because Ramona, in her rush for quick success, had poured massive capital into the jewelry sector without properly vetting her partners, only to be beaten by Niamh at her own game. As for the street race… Ramona was the one who had tampered with the car in the first place.
"…Are you really that jealous of Niamh ?" Wade murmured.
"What did you say?!" Ramona glared at him, her eyes wide with fury.
"Nothing…" Wade lowered his head. "I just came to remind you not to be late for the shareholders' meeting."
With that, he turned to leave.
"Counselor…" Ramona's imperious voice called after him. "Don't forget that you and I are in the same boat."
Wade's steps faltered for a second before he continued out of her office.
Aldenville.
Night had fallen. The hospital grew eerily quiet. Visiting hours for the ICU were over, but through the clean glass window, one could still see the comatose figure lying inside—Jonathan.
At that very moment, a doctor in a white coat stood before the glass. No one knew when he had appeared. He just stood there silently, his cold eyes reflecting the image of Jonathan, covered in tubes.
In the inpatient wing, Niamh wasn't seriously injured, but due to a threatened miscarriage, the obstetrician had recommended she be hospitalized for observation. She hadn't told Elmer and Lana that she was staying because of the pregnancy and had asked the doctors and nurses to keep it confidential. They both assumed she was hospitalized to recover from the car crash.
The night deepened outside her window. Niamh was alone in her room. The quieter the room, the louder her own heartbeat seemed. She kept a hand on her abdomen. Although it had only been a month and she couldn't feel anything, she couldn't stop touching it, wanting to feel the presence of this tiny life.
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