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“Who is he?” Drake’s voice cracked.
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Drake’s face crumpled. “You’re lying…”
But Thalia was already helping Asher into the ambulance, leaving Drake to be loaded into a separate one.
By cruel twist of fate or administrative efficiency, they were placed in the same room. Drake lay in the bed nearest the door, his head swathed in bandages, an IV dripping steadily.
When Thalia entered, her eyes inadvertently caught sight of Drake first. For a fraction of a second, something flickered in her expression–perhaps memory of all those times she’d anxiously watched over him in hospital before. But it vanished instantly as she walked past him without acknowledgment, making her way to Asher’s bedside.
She settled into the chair beside Asher, her movements gentle and deliberate. “Does it hurt badly?” Her voice carried a tenderness that pierced Drake’s heart more deeply than any physical wound.
Drake watched as she helped Asher drink water, her hands steady and careful. Each small gesture of care was like a knife twisting in his chest. This was his Thalia–the woman who’d once stayed awake all night when he had a simple cold, who’d cried at the smallest scratch on him.
“Thalia,” he called softly, then again more urgently when she didn’t respond. “Thalia, please.”
She continued speaking softly to Asher as if Drake’s voice was merely background noise. Her complete indifference was more devastating than any show of anger could have been.
Drake kept watching, unable to look away. Every gentle touch, every worried glance she gave Asher was another reminder of what he’d lost. The way she naturally leaned toward Asher, how her hand unconsciously rested near his–these small intimacies were once his.
After taking statements, the police left with signed documents agreeing to settle the matter privately. The official formality of assault charges dissolved into a gentlemen’s agreement–typical of how the upper class preferred to handle such incidents.
Moments later, William burst into the room with two security personnel, his normally impeccable appearance disheveled from rushing over. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead despite the cool evening.
“Mr. Blackwood!” His face went ashen at the sight of his employer’s condition. “What happened, sir?”
The question carried layers of panic. In the two hours since he’d last seen Asher heading out for a simple dinner delivery, how had things escalated to this? Lady Blackwood would have his head if she discovered
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her son in this state. The family’s carefully maintained public image couldn’t afford such scandal.
“Nothing.” Asher’s voice was steel, though his split lip made speaking painful. “This incident doesn’t leave this room“Not a word of this to my family. Understood?”
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