At the hospital, two police officers stood outside a ward, addressing the head nurse who had just stepped out.
“Has Mrs. Russell regained consciousness?” one of them asked.
The nurse quietly closed the door behind her and replied in a low voice, “Not yet. She has a head injury and a mild concussion. If you’re here to take her statement, I’d recommend waiting a bit longer.”
The officers exchanged a glance and nodded. “Of course. We’ll wait here”
Given that the case involved the Russell family, there was little else they could do.
Just then, the hospital director arrived, personally escorting Theadore. “Mr. Russell,” he said, “your wife was brought in by the police, and we administered emergency care right away. She’s now been transferred to a VIP ward. There’s no immediate cause for concern?”
Theodore, visibly anxious, quickly spotted the officers by the ward and approached.
“I’m Theodore,” he said. “The director briefed me earlier. Thank you for getting my wife here so promptly
“You’re very welcome,” one of the officers replied.
Theodore then turned to the head nurse, attempting composure. “How is she doing?”
The nurse gave a brief summary of Eliana’s condition, then added gently. “She really needs rest at the moment. If we could all keep our voices down, it would help her recover.”
Theodore nodded and peered through the narrow glass window in the door. Eliana lay motionless, eyes close
closed, her face pale and drained.
Resisting the urge t
to rush in, he turned back toward the officers. “Would you mind telling me what happened?” he asked.
One of them stepped forward. “Your wife was involved in a collision at a red light on Ashbury Road. She hit a Mercedes, but thankfully, the driver–side airbag deployed and protected her.”
The second officer added, “Her vehicle has been taken to the precinct. You’re welcome to send someone to collect it at any time.”
Theodore gave a small nod. “I’ve already arranged for that.”
A few moments passed. Through the window, he saw Eliana stir, her hand moving up to her forehead, an early sign she might be waking Without hesitation, he pushed open the door and entered.
He reached her bedside swiftly, his gaze falling on the bandage wrapped around her forehead. “Ellie,” he said softly, “is your head hurting?”
Before she could respond, he turned to the nurse who had followed him in, his voice sharp. “This is what you call nothing serious? Go get a
doctor. Now!”
The nurse flinched at his tone. She hadn’t expected the cool, composed man from moments ago to erupt so suddenly.
The hospital director quickly stepped in to do escalate. “Mr. Russell, please. There’s no need to panic. A headache is to be expected with a mild concussion. Let’s monitor her for now.”
Theodore’s raised voice only worsened Elana’s headache. Wincing slightly she murmured, “Theo…”
He immediately turned back, his expression softening. “You’re alright now. I’m here,”
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She sniffled, then reached for his hand, her voice unsteady but relleved. “I thought…I might never see you apart
His heart clenched. “Don’t say things like that”
Just then, the two officers appeared in the doorway again. “Mrs. Russell,” one said gently, “if you’re feeling up to it, would it be alright Mwe ask you a few questions?”
Eliana noticed they had a laptop, likely there to record her statement.
Seeing how pale she still looked, Theodore said quietly, “If you’re not feeling well, there’s no ruth. I can ask them to come back another
time.”
But Eliana turned to him, her voice barely above a whisper, meant only for him. “Theodore, the accident today. It wasn’t because was distracted. I couldn’t stop the car.”
He stiffened. “What do you mean?”
“The brakes failed,” she said, her tone unsteady. “I clearly remember they were working fine when I drove to the government building easier. But by evening, when I tried to drive home… they weren’t responding
Before the accident, the last person in her car had been Ashton, a détail Eliana couldn’t ignore.
Seeing her breathing grow labored and her expression tighten with fear, Theodore stepped closer. “Ellie, look at me. Did something come back to you?”
Almost without thinking. Eliana murmured, “When I got in the car… Ashton was already inside.”
Theodore froze, his voice sharp with urgency. “And then?”
She spoke carefully, recounting each word, “He pointed a gun at me. Made me video call Harper. He wanted Harper to come back. Harper refused. After that… he got out and walked away.”
Theodore’s mind flashed back to Ashton’s breakdown at the shooting range, the way he’d pointed a gun at Eliana’s head. Back then, he’d convinced himself it was the alcohol talking
But now, Ashton had done it again, and this time, he might be linked to the crash as well.
Rage surged through him. “I’m going to find him!”
Eliana reached for calm. “Theodore, we don’t even know if this was deliberate or just a mechanical failure. There’s no proof yet.”
His tone dropped cold. “He told me we were no longer friends. Said I made him lose Harper. Now he wants me to lose you.”
After a pause, he gently brushed a hand along her cheek, voice resolute. “Get some rest. I’ll take care of it.”
Then he turned to the head nurse. “Please look after my wife. If she leaves this hospital before she’s fully recovered, I’ll hold you personally accountable.”
The nurse nodded quickly. “Understood.”
Eliana immediately realized what he meant. He was going to keep her here by force. Panic rose in her chest. “Theodore, don’t..”
But the more she pushed herself, the more her head throbbed with sparing pain.
The nurse stepped in “Mrs. Russell, please lie back. You need rest.”
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