It's Your Turn To Cry and Beg, Dear Uncle
Chapter 23: The One She Was Scared Of

Chapter 23: The One She Was Scared Of

Jane frowned, weighing the idea. As disgusted as she was with Lila at the moment, it did seem like the most practical solution. Just as she was about to agree, a man dressed sharply in a navy shirt and black pants entered the room, exuding authority.

His sudden presence quickly attracted the attention of the people inside the private room. While everyone didn’t seem that surprised, Lila was absolutely nervous. This wasn’t the first time she had met this man.

During her courtship with James, Lila decided one day to surprise him at his office with a meal she had prepared herself. However, when she arrived at James’ company, her visit was denied because she hadn’t scheduled an appointment. Persistent in her attempt, she was met with insults from the receptionist, who insinuated that she was just another woman trying to seduce their boss.

Lila’s patience snapped. Furious, she slapped the receptionist, creating a commotion in the lobby. It was then that this man appeared, his expression cold and unyielding.

Without hesitation, he demanded she leave the premises, even after Lila revealed her identity. When she refused, he threatened her with a secret she had been guarding closely, leaving her no choice but to retreat.

However, Lila didn’t admit defeat. She shared the incident with James during their date that evening, carefully omitting the threat. She pleaded with him to reprimand the man who had disrespected her.

However, James responded with indifference. He firmly told her not to visit his workplace unannounced in the future, stating that the incident was entirely her fault for disregarding protocol. He justified the man’s actions, emphasizing that he had only been doing his job.

That moment was a bitter revelation for Lila. She realized that the man was not only James’ trusted subordinate but someone whose opinions carried significant weight. And the most crucial problem was this man was not someone who could be easily swayed or won over.

"Excuse me, Old Master and Madam," he greeted the elderly couple with polished respect before nodding at Vincent. "Mr. Vincent."

"Killian? What are you doing here?" Vincent asked, clearly puzzled by the unexpected arrival of James’ senior private secretary.

Killian stood tall, his demeanor calm and composed. "I’m here under the president’s orders to manage the situation and take care of Ms. Lila."

Though his tone was polite, the flatness of his voice and his detached expression gave him an air of cold professionalism, which was almost unnerving.

Jane let out a small sigh of relief. "Perfect timing. You handle her. We’re heading to the hospital."

Killian gave a courteous nod, his gaze shifting to Lila. She stiffened, her nervousness evident under his impassive stare. Cressida, noticing the sudden tension, gently squeezed Lila’s hand to reassure her.

"It’s alright," Cressida whispered softly. "Killian won’t do anything inappropriate. If James oversteps, you can always call me. I’ll help you, Lila."

Lila turned to her with a flicker of hope, nodding slightly. Cressida smiled, then followed her husband and the elderly couple as they left for the hospital. Soon, only Lila and Killian remained in the room.

Killian’s expression shifted slightly as he offered a faint, almost unsettling smile. Gesturing toward a chair, he said, "Shall we sit and talk?"

His smile threw Lila off guard. It sent a shiver down her spine. Instead of reassuring, it felt more ominous. Reluctantly, she sat, her movements slow and measured under Killian’s sharp, watchful eyes.

On the other hand, Kyra was rushed into the emergency room upon arriving at the hospital. James stood outside, his face buried in his icy-cold hands as waves of anxiety coursed through him. His nerves were stretched to the breaking point, and the weight of his worry left him feeling physically unwell.

Then, all of the sudden, the silence in the hallway was abruptly broken by the ringing of his phone. Startled, James pulled it from his pocket and glanced at the screen. Oliver’s name flashed on the display. He pursed his lips, his first instinct to ignore the call. But as his eyes drifted to the emergency room doors, he hesitated.

Aside from his family, Oliver and Valeria were the only ones Kyra was truly close to. Ignoring Oliver now would only delay the inevitable. James knew that if he didn’t pick up, Oliver would likely show up at his mansion unannounced, especially considering how badly their last conversation had ended. With a resigned sigh, he accepted the call.

"What?" James snapped, his voice cold and unwelcoming. The incident had left him in a foul mood, his heightened emotions bleeding into his tone.

On the other end, Oliver hesitated, momentarily taken aback. Clearing his throat, he pressed on. "Where are you? We need to talk."

James clenched his jaw, reluctant but aware that withholding information would not benefit anyone right now. "I’m at the hospital. Kyra..." His voice faltered, fear tightening its grip on him at the mention of her name. "...she’s hurt."

Oliver shot to his feet, his eyes wide with alarm. "Which hospital?" he demanded without hesitation.

"Royal Mandala."

The line went dead almost immediately after James answered. He exhaled heavily, slumping back into his chair. Moments later, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the hallway. His family arrived, and Jane, moving faster than anyone else, reached his side in no time. Without a word, the old lady enveloped her grandson in a firm embrace.

"How is she?" she asked, her voice steady despite the fear flickering in her eyes. She refused to let her worry show, determined to be strong for her family.

James swallowed hard. "They’re treating her. She lost a significant amount of blood, but they managed a transfusion since her blood type was in stock. The real concern is her head injury."

Jane nodded, gently running her hand over his head in a soothing gesture. "She’ll be okay," she said, her tone firm with quiet resolve.

The family settled into an uneasy vigil outside the emergency room. The tension was palpable as they waited. Soon, the light above the door switched off, and the doctor emerged. Jane and Creighton were on their feet instantly, their expressions taut with expectation.

"How is she?" Jane asked, her voice sounded urgent.

The doctor let out a small sigh, clearly cautious. He had been briefed about the patient’s influential family and tread carefully with his words. "Her condition is stable for now, but we need to monitor her closely. The head injury is concerning—there could be complications beyond the concussion. We’ll also need to perform more scans just to be sure if there are any other fractures or internal damage from the fall. However, those will have to wait until Miss Kyra regains consciousness."

Jane looked up, taking a deep breath to calm herself and to prevent the tears from falling. James, noticing her struggle, gently rubbed her back in an attempt to comfort her. The doctor’s update had provided little relief—it felt more like a cruel cliffhanger than reassurance.

Moments later, Kyra was wheeled out of the emergency room. The hospital staff had arranged for her to be moved to a VIP suite. The family followed closely behind, their footsteps echoing in the sterile hallway.

As they walked, James’ phone vibrated in his hand. Glancing down, he saw a text from Killian:

[The incident has been taken care of, and I’ve completed the investigation.]