?Chapter 2273


    The unconscious Be was immediately rushed to the emergency department after Jace brought her to the hospital.


    Just before she was wheeled into the emergency room, Be faintly regained consciousness.


    She vaguely recalled the man in ck leather boots carrying her all the way to the hospital and into the emergency room.


    His chilling, piercing aura felt strangely familiar to her. But Be was in excruciating pain. Her mind was drowning in a haze of agony, leaving her no room to think of anything else.


    During the harrowing moments of the surgery, Be drifted into a state between waking and sleeping. In this hazy, dreamlike state, she began piecing together the events that had transpired since her time at Rose Ind, linking the seemingly disconnected clues in her mind.


    Be vaguely realized that Arnold''s abrupt departure was only the beginning.


    She could not let anyone else around her get hurt. So, even with only a fragment of awareness left, even in her battered condition, she refused to let her mind stop working.


    Be thought about RC Biotech''s Research Facility in Meridan, Christopher''s involvement in the drug trials, Jace who looked just like her fifth brother Hugh, as well as Christopher''s suspicious death in prison that was allegedly from drug abuse. Finally, she thought of Justin, whose brain was damaged by the drugs, stripping him of his ability to feel emotions.


    Today, Asher''s former subordinate suddenly resurfaced to tear apart his rtionship with Amold. A suspicious car even stopped her from meeting Arnold at the airport before his flight.


    There had to be a connection between all these events!


    In her blurred vision, she saw the doctors and nurses moving hurriedly around her, their anxious voices echoing in her ears.


    Her eyelids drooped heavily, her longshes trembling with unshed tears that sparkled under the dim hospital lights.


    She thought to herself, ''Be, pull yourself together! You can figure out what''s going on. You can do it!''


    With a loud thud, her body felt as cold as ice, as if she had plunged into a deep, bottomless pool, sinking further and further.


    Just as she was on the verge of suffocating, about to fall into the arms of death, she faintly heard someone calling her name.


    "Be? Ms. Thompson? Be..*


    Only Justin called her "Be" with that tone.


    Be gasped sharply, her reddened eyes snapping open. But the face that met her gaze was not the one she wanted to see.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    What met her gaze was a cold, fair, handsome, and refined face that caused her heart to sink back into the icy abyss.


    This was not the person she longed for.


    It was Grant.


    "Thank goodness, Ms. Thompson, you''re finally awake!" Grant sat in his wheelchair, stationed by her bedside.


    His deep, dark eyes were fixed on her pale, tear-streaked face, his expression filled with unmistakable tenderness as he said, "How do you feel? Where does it hurt? I''ve already called for the best surgeon in the entire capital toe here. Don''t worry, I won''t let anything happen to you."


    Be''s moist eyes shimmered weakly, clear and pure, stirring a sense of pity in anyone who saw her.


    "Earlier... What did you call me?" Be asked in a fragile voice.


    Grant did not take his eyes off her beautiful eyes. His voice was warm and steady. *Be. Is it okay for me to call you that?"


    Be said nothing, but her brows furrowed slightly.


    It was clear she did not like that.


    Grant noticed her resistance and let out a light chuckle.


    "I''m sorry. I know that I overstepped. But please, believe me, it wasn''t intentional.*


    A sharp pain pierced Be''s chest, and her eyes reddened with tears.


    Grant patiently continued to exin, "The doctor told me that it''s best for someone to stay by your side and call out your name to help wake you up."