Chapter 39- so wrong
On the way to the hospital, Lilian kept raising her hand to cover her face, trying to calm the terror churning inside her.
She couldn’t help but be scared, couldn’t stop the panic. Dave was her blood relative, her beloved older brother who cared deeply for her. Hearing he was hurt felt like her heart was being ripped out.
Morrison, driving beside her, couldn’t bear to see her like this. When they stopped at a red light, he gently took her hand from her face, holding it tightly in his own, soothing her.
"It’s going to be okay."
As Dave’s close friend, Morrison was just as shocked and furious upon hearing the news. Seeing Lilian so distressed, his first thought was to make Clark pay—badly.
Lilian’s other hand still shielded her face, so Morrison couldn’t tell if she was crying. He only saw her tightly biting her pale lips behind her hand. The anger he felt earlier over her sudden breakup faded, replaced now by burning rage toward Clark.
When they arrived at the hospital, Dave was still in the emergency room.
Morrison held Lilian’s hand firmly all the way, only letting go as they stepped inside.
Laurent, pale and shaken, waited outside the ER. The moment he saw them, he pulled Lilian into a tight embrace. Dave meant the world to them both, and they comforted each other, trying to stay strong through the agonizing wait.
Morrison headed outside to make some calls, using his connections to ensure Clark would never get away with this.
Thankfully, Dave survived. The stab wound hadn’t hit any vital organs—he just needed time to heal.
Laurent slumped down on a chair, exhausted. Lilian, tears streaming but smiling weakly, patted her chest.