Lying in bed, Josefina’s mind was a whirlwind of worry for the injured Oliver. "You should take the bed, Oliver. The couch can’t be all that comfy for sleeping."
But the couch in Josefina’s room wasn’t just any couch. It was wide, plush, and every bit as comfortable as a bed. The Harrison family had picked it out specifically for her, knowing she loved to lounge there, lost in her phone.
Feeling Josefina’s concern, Oliver managed a smile. "Josie, how about we just share the bed?"
Josefina shot up, suddenly alert. "Oliver, you’re hurt. How do you plan on hopping fences? Everyone’s asleep; let me drive you out of here."
"No need. I’ll jump the fence later and find a doctor. Josie, go back to bed. Don’t worry about me."
But Josefina was having none of it. "No way. I’m driving you."
What Oliver wanted didn’t matter; Josefina had made up her mind.
She helped Oliver into a shirt and jacket, ensuring every button was fastened.
Dragging him along, they went downstairs, took the elevator, and reached the underground garage. Josefina drove him away...
...
Dominic lay in the hospital, his right arm and abdomen bandaged and bleeding.
Shay and Sydney sat by his bed, their eyes fixed on him. Sydney’s mood was particularly dark.
"Damn Oliver. It had to be him who sent those thugs! Why couldn’t our guys finish him off? If Oliver were dead, this would all be over."
Propped up by pillows, Dominic’s face was pale, but his eyes blazed with anger.
"I want to see if Oliver can dodge us a second time. As long as he and that old geezer are alive, I can't take over the company."
Sydney added, "That old coot was almost done for until Josefina stepped in. If it weren’t for her, we wouldn’t even hear from him!"

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