How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 37

"Mr. Simmons, we've examined your wife. Aside from the scratches on her cheek, there are no other injuries," reported Dr. Smith, the top general practitioner at Novandria Medical Center.

"When will my wife wake up?" Eddy's voice was tight with worry.

"Mrs. Simmons is extremely weak—her blood sugar is dangerously low. It appears she hasn't eaten in two days. Once we replenish her nutrients, she should regain consciousness soon," the doctor replied.

Two days without food or water?

Guilt crashed over Eddy like a wave. All this time, he'd assumed she was safe at the old manor, that the staff and his mother would take good care of her. In between dealing with the Yates Group's affairs, why hadn't he made time to check in on her, even once?

He looked at the doctor, his voice strained. "She was kidnapped before. It took her a long time to recover—she barely managed to put the trauma behind her. I'm worried this incident will trigger her again, that her PTSD might come back. Please—run a thorough evaluation."

"Of course. I'll schedule a full examination for Mrs. Simmons," Dr. Smith assured him.

Hedwig arrived at the hospital just in time to catch this exchange. The scene pulled her back to a different time, when she herself had fallen ill and Vincent had spent sleepless nights at her bedside. The memory twisted painfully in her chest.

"Eddy, you need to take care of that cut on your hand," Hedwig urged, stepping forward. "If you pass out from blood loss before Blanche wakes up, how are you going to look after her?"

But Eddy barely acknowledged her. His expression was ice-cold, his eyes fixed solely on Blanche.

"Go home, Hedwig. Take care of Healy and Tia," he said curtly.

There was no room for anyone else in his world right now—only Blanche.

Hedwig hesitated, her feet rooted to the spot, then quietly summoned a nurse to tend to Eddy's wound.

Eddy endured the pain in silence as the nurse stitched his hand, never once taking his gaze off Blanche's face.

A gentle arm wrapped around Hedwig's shoulders. She turned and, recognizing Ingrid, collapsed into her friend's embrace, tears finally breaking free. "Ingrid…"

They sat together in the hospital's inner courtyard, surrounded by a sea of tulips—no other flowers in sight. This was Simmons Memorial Hospital, owned by the family. Years ago, when Blanche had been a patient here, she'd once mentioned how lovely it would be if the entire courtyard bloomed with tulips. Eddy had immediately ordered all other flowers to be cleared, making her wish come true.

"Hedwig, I heard what happened," Ingrid said gently, handing her a tissue. "Let's be honest—the best is yet to come. You're Miss Simmons. Suitors would line up from this hospital all the way to the Eiffel Tower."

Miss Simmons. The words made Hedwig's heart sink. "My mother's probably ready to throw me out of the house," she muttered.

Ingrid's eyes widened in disbelief. "No way. You're her pride and joy."

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