“Abel, hurry up.”
Abel pushed the pedal to the floor and ran every red traffic light.
Finally, they arrived at the hospital.
Nathaniel was rushed to the emergency room, and Lucinda sat in the waiting area, wringing her hands.
She had almost lost control of her emotions in the car, watching Nathaniel slip away. Yet, last night, while she was drugged, she had wanted to kill him.
Why did she care whether he lived or died? Why was she tormented by panic at the thought of losing him?
He was her enemy, and had been ruthless when he ordered Flynn to kill her for Eleanor’s sake.
After the divorce, she had planned to never see him again.
However, Vivien, Amanda, Eleanor, and even Nathaniel himself had provoked her and tried to harm her again and again.
They refused to let her live peacefully, and she refused to yield to anyone. She was vengeful and determined to make them pay the price.
While she attempted to untangle her thoughts, Abel answered the phone.
“It’s Vivian, your assistant from Angle Intl. She says she has something urgent to tell you.”
Lucinda looked at the light above the emergency room door and didn’t answer.
Jose knelt before her.
“Miss Simmons, it’s my fault. I was stupid and got carried away. I almost killed Mr. Roberts. Let me stay in the hospital and take care of him. When he recovers, I will return to you and accept any punishment you consider appropriate.”
Lucinda thought for a while and said “Okay. Stay here. Keep me informed of any updates. Abel, let’s go.
She left the hospital with Abel and headed to Angle Intl.
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She had been absent from work for two days because of the whole drama. The final plan for the talent show had not been decided yet.
Lucinda sat in her office and concentrated all her attention on her work.
Cyrus arrived at eight in the evening. All the employees had left, but the light in Lucinda’s office was still on.
“Lucinda, it’s late. You can finish tomorrow. There are still a few days before the live broadcast.”
Lucinda nodded absently but kept working.
Cyrus knew how stubborn she was. He sighed and was about to Leave when he noticed how unwell she looked.
“Lucinda, are you ill? Why is your face so pale?”