Chapter 292: Gianna’s confession
Gianna, locked inside the room, grew restless, her fingers twisting the sheets anxiously. Ever since she had woken from her coma, there had been only one thought consuming her mind—she needed to see Dylan.
She had so much to tell him. This was her chance—not only to reveal what she knew but to plead for his forgiveness. Dylan had rescued her, after all. He might withdraw the case against her and allow her to start over.
Hope fluttered in her chest, growing with each passing second. At the sound of the door creaking open, her heart leaped. ’He is here.’
But as she turned eagerly toward the entrance, her excitement drained away.
It wasn’t Dylan.
Instead, a tall man in a black suit stepped inside, his expression unreadable. His polished shoes barely made a sound as he approached her bed, placing a glass of water on the side table.
"Take your medicine," he said, extending a small white tablet toward her.
Gianna frowned, barely sparing the pill a glance. "Where is Dylan?" she demanded. "Why isn’t he here yet?"
The man’s tone remained even, unbothered by her impatience. "He is on his way. Now take your medicine."
Gianna looked back at him. The thought of seeing Dylan again reignited the flicker of hope inside her. If Dylan was coming, she needed to be strong. She needed to be awake and alert.
"Okay, I’ll take the medicine." She reached for the tablet, tossing it into her mouth before gulping down the water.