Yolanda took a deep breath, her expression hardening. “I'm not pregnant. No need to go to the hospital.”
Charles's stare cut through the air, icy enough to make the temperature drop.
Yolanda suddenly realized-she’d never really known him at all.
“Whether you go to the hospital isn’t your call,” Charles said, getting in the car first.
Yolanda stood there silently. For a moment, she felt like the ache was not in her stomach but buried deep in her
chest. Years of love didn’t simply disappear, not even after seeing the painful truth.
She slid into the car, her face ashen, and leaned back with her shut.
eyes
Jack kept driving. Without Charles saying a word, he steered toward the hospital.
Yolanda had figured the checkup would be fine, nothing special-then her phone buzzed. lan’s nflashed
across the screen.
He said, “Megan was in a car crash. She's at the hospital, and her husband, Henry, is flipping out, yelling about
needing to see you.”
‘Megan? In an accident? She was fine that morning.’ Yolanda’s heart raced as she blurted out, “Is she okay? Are
you hurt?”
“I wasn’t there. She called me, and now she’s unconscious in surgery,” lan said. He hesitated, then added, “And
Henry's a gambler.”
“The shospital as this morning? I'm on my way.” Yolanda hung up and turned to Charles. “I need to go to
Beloris Hospital. My friend was in an accident.”
The hospital Charles was taking her to was funded by the Sinclair family-miles from Beloris Hospital.
Charles stared down at the papers, slowly turning the pages. A sardonic gleam flickered in his
eyes.
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Yolanda’s face went even paler. She could read it in his eyes-he thought she'd just made the whole thing up.
Still, she began, “I'm not pregnant. I'll show you the test results tomorrow. But | have to get to the hospital right
now. My friend's in critical condition. She's my business partner, and she—"
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Charles cut her off, voice icy. “What's that got to do with me?”
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His coldness cut deeper tonight, revealing a side of him she'd never seen before. Now, she finally understood
how heartless he truly was.
‘Right. If he had a heart, he wouldn't have married me, slipped into my bed, then gone straight to someone else
without blinking,” She sneered silently, wrenching the car door open.
Shocked, Jack slammed on the brakes. “Mrs. Sinclair, that’s way too dangerous!”
Yolanda hit the ground with a thud. Her ankle screamed in pain, and she knew it was going to swell up badly.
“Mrs. Sinclair!” Jack called, but Yolanda didn’t look back. She just limped away.
Charles sat in the car, his eyes razor-sharp and his mouth pressed into a thin, hard line. Cold fury radiated from
him.
Jack shifted uncomfortably, picking his words carefully. “Mr. Sinclair, maybe we should—"
Charles slammed the door shut, his face dark. “Leave her.”
Jack went silent. He shifted the car into drive and pulled away.
sok
Yolanda kept walking, her ankle throbbing. Blinding headlights suddenly cut through the dark, and an oncoming
car swerved, barely missing her. She froze.
The window rolled down, and a guy yelled, “What's wrong with you? Wanna die? Fine, but don’t takewith
you!” The window snapped shut, and the car peeled off, tires screeching.
A chill ran through Yolanda. She touched her cheek and found tears on her fingertips.
She quickly wiped them away, resolve hardening in her eyes. She wouldn't shed another tear over Charles-not
worth it. She'd only end up despising herself if she did.
Yolanda walked for half an hour, ignoring the burn in her leg. When she finally reached the hospital entrance, she
saw lan standing there.
He was tall, masked and hat pulled low, blending into the night. But even so, people passing by couldn't help
glancing back.
He looked up, spotted her, and hurried over. “M-Ms. Grant.”
Yolanda paused, realizing lan had never called her by nearlier. “Just use my name,” she said quietly. “How's
Megan?”
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lan’s eyes dropped to her stiff leg. “You hurt?”
“It’s nothing. Is Henry still causing a scene?”
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lan lowered his lashes, his voice quiet. “Yeah. The hospital called security, and he started fighting them.”
Yolanda felt a twist of guilt-she’d failed as a boss, even more as a friend. She knew Megan was married, but
she'd never bothered to ask about her marriage.
She pushed through the pain and kept walking.
Outside the ER, Henry's angry yell cut through the air. “That witch better die in there. Won't givemoney
when | ask, huh? Serves her right!”
Yolanda’s face hardened. Noticing that lan was about to move, she quickly seized his arm.
He glanced at her small hand gripping his sleeves. His lashes flustered, and he looked away.
Yolanda stood there, watching as security dragged Henry off-looked like they'd toss him out.
She then turned back at lan and said, “Stay out of this kind of no matter what. You've got fans now.
People could dig up dirt on you.
“If you ever make it big, this could beca major scandal. Get labeled as a troublemaker, and you'll never
shake that reputation.”
lan hesitated. “But-"
Yolanda cut him off, “No buts. I'm the one handling your career, so you listen.” Her eyes were bright, her lashes
still damp from tears she’d shed not long ago. Now, her expression was nothing but pure determination.
With that, she turned the corner and walked up to the security guards.
Henry, still struggling to break free, spotted her and his eyes lit up. ‘Wow, she’s gorgeous,‘ he thought to himself.
Yolanda ignored him, speaking politely to the guards. “Please get him out of here.”
Henry let out a sneer, his face twisting with bitterness. “You're Megan's boss, right? She bragged her boss was a
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