NovelEnglishChapter 178
Jessica stared at the blood pouring from Timothy's wound, her eyes reflecting the vivid scarlet, as if the color had
seeped into her soul.
More than once, she nearly reached into her purse for a handkerchief, wanting to press it against his bleeding
neck.
But she forced herself to stay back.
Eleven years of love-how could anyone expect a heart to reset in a matter of hours? Even a car racing at full
speed can't stop on a dime; it has to surge forward a few more yards before coming to rest.
Her fingers trembling, Jessica fumbled for her phone, but lost her grip. It hit the hardwood floor with a sharp
crack.
"Timothy? Jessica? What on earth is going on in here?" Sheila's voice cut through the silence as she burst into
the bedroom. Her eyes widened at the sight of Timothy's blood-soaked collar and the crimson trail snaking down
his neck. In a panic, she rushed forward, pulling a handkerchief from her pocket and pressing it firmly to his
wound.
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Sheila's voice shook, on the verge of tears. "Timothy, what happened? Con, I'm taking you to the hospital."
Timothy's gaze, cold and unfathomable, lingered on Jessica for a long moment. "Don't go wandering off," he said
quietly. "I'll be back after they patchup."
With that, he followed Sheila out.
He could feel the blood running down his neck, warm and insistent. There was no tto waste-he needed a
doctor.
Jessica bent to retrieve her phone. A thin crack had splintered across the screen. Timothy and Sheila had barely
reached the driveway when headlights flashed in front of them—another car pulled up, blocking their exit.
Sheila leaned on the horn, exasperated. Just then, Vince stepped out from his car, carrying a small case. He
crossed the driveway and tapped on Timothy's window. Timothy rolled the window down.
Vince's eyes narrowed at the sight of blood. "You're hurt?"
"Yeah."
"Then you'd better get to the ER. I'm just here to see Jessica-it won't take a second."
He turned, intending to move his car, but Timothy stopped him. "Wait."
Vince glanced back. "You're losing a lot of blood. Hospital first." "What do you need with Jessica?"
Earlier that night at the Red House, Timothy had whisked Jessica away before he'd had a chance to ask why she
and Vince had arranged to meet there.
Vince held up the case, grinning. "Just bought something from her. Cto drop off the cash."
The handkerchief at Timothy's neck was soaked through, and his lips had lost all color. Sheila urged, "Vince,
hurry up and move. | need to get Timothy to the hospital now!"
Timothy's vision blurred as he fought to stay conscious. "Givethe case-I'll make sure she gets it."
He'd ask about the rest later.
Vince, remembering Timothy's outburst earlier when Kane had called Jessica a mute, figured he must care about
her a great deal. "Alright, you hand it over for
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He passed the case through the window, then drove off into the night.
Sheila wasted no tpulling away from the house, her knuckles white on the wheel.
Timothy set the case on his lap and opened it with one hand.
Inside, bundles of cash-easily two, maybe three million.
He clenched his jaw, fists tightening around the case.
Through the rearview mirror, Sheila caught a glimpse of the money, her frown deepening. "What on earth did
Jessica sell to Vince for that kind of money?"
Timothy shut the case, his face turning even paler, eyes darkening with anger. He didn't answer.
By the tthey reached the hospital, Timothy's strength gave out. He lost consciousness as soon as the car
stopped.
Sheila shouted for help. Paramedics rushed out, pulled Timothy onto a stretcher, and wheeled him inside.
She spared a quick glance at the case left on the passenger seat, then hurried after them into the hospital's
bright, sterile corridors.
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