Chapter 289

The bedside lamp clicked on with a sharp snap.

William Johnson bolted upright, his piercing gaze sweeping toward the foot of the bed.

Olivia Davis!

How did she get in here?

A naked figure writhed in pain on the carpet, her bare skin glaring under the harsh light. William yanked the blanket off the bed and flung it over her without mercy.

"William..." Olivia gasped, clutching her stomach. "Take me to the hospital..."

His kick had landed squarely in her abdomen with brutal force. Tears streaked through her smudged makeup as she whimpered.

William shrugged on his robe, staring down at her with icy disdain. Before he could speak, the door burst open.

"William!"

Emily Smith rushed in, panic-stricken, with Mia Harris trailing behind in confusion.

Both women froze at the sight before them.

"Uh..." Mia forced a laugh. "I'll just... go back to bed. Call me if you need anything, babe!" She vanished in a flash.

"Emily." William strode forward and pulled her into his arms.

Emily's brow furrowed as she took in Olivia's disheveled state on the floor. "What happened?"

"Susan tipped her off." William shot Olivia a cold glance. "She snuck in while you were gone. I thought it was—"

"It hurts..." Olivia's moan cut him off, her face ghostly pale.

"Did you two..." Emily hesitated.

"I didn't touch her." William's voice was steel.

Emily nodded, then looked at Olivia's agonized form. "We should get her to the hospital."

She was the Davis family's prized daughter. No one could afford the consequences if something happened to her.

"Help her get dressed." William turned away. "I'll wait outside."

———

At 3 a.m., the emergency room blazed with sterile white light.

William watched indifferently as Olivia curled up in the backseat, making no move to assist. When Emily reached out, Olivia shoved her away violently.

"Leave her." William pulled Emily close. "I'll call for a stretcher."

Medical staff wheeled over a gurney, forcing Olivia to crawl out on her own. She trembled with pain but clung to the last shreds of her dignity.

The diagnosis was shocking—a ruptured liver with internal bleeding.

"Emergency surgery is required," the doctor adjusted his glasses.

William dialed James Wilson's number.

"Will the Davis family..." Emily fretted.

"Don't worry." William pressed a kiss to her hair. "They're reasonable people."

Emily gave a quiet hum.

"Emily." William cupped her face. "This isn't your fault."

His gaze burned with intensity. "Some people insist on digging their own graves. No one can stop them."

"I hope she learns her lesson." Emily managed a weak smile.

William held her tighter. Under the night sky, their shadows merged into one, as if nothing could ever pull them apart.