Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 159

Jocelyn had two more drinks than Cynthia. When she hurried out of the car, her steps were unsteady, and it took her a few moments to regain her balance.

She'd cooled off a little with the window cracked open during the ride, but now the dizziness hit her hard. When she spotted Cynthia ahead, she staggered forward, trying to catch up.

Dominic was walking in front. Noticing how unsteady Jocelyn looked, he frowned, his disapproval clear.

"Go back."

His tone was stern, carrying an authority that made it impossible to argue.

Jocelyn stopped in her tracks, a hint of fear flickering in her eyes.

Of all her brother's friends, Dominic was the one who intimidated her the most.

"But I'm worried—"

Dominic shot her a sharp look, the warning unmistakable in his glare.

Jocelyn immediately fell silent, obediently stepping aside, not daring to take another step forward.

She was genuinely afraid of him.

Thank God Cynthia didn't have feelings for Dominic. If someone like him ever became her best friend's husband, Jocelyn wouldn't even dare to hang around Cynthia anymore.

Cynthia hurried through the hospital corridors and reached the ER, where she found Camilla pacing anxiously just outside the doors. Cynthia rushed over.

"Camilla, how's my sister?"

Camilla looked up at Cynthia, her eyes rimmed red and swollen—she'd clearly been crying.

Seeing her like this, Cynthia's heart sank, dread creeping in.

"What is it?" her voice trembled, terrified of what she might hear.

Camilla broke down, clutching Cynthia and sobbing.

"Miss Juliet… she has cancer. Miss Cynthia, what are you two going to do?"

Camilla had worked for the Tremaines for decades; she'd practically watched the two girls grow up.

Now, the Tremaines were down to just the sisters.

If anything happened to Juliet…

In just two weeks, Juliet had been in for multiple tests and reports.

There was no chance this was a mistake.

The doctor, seeing her distress, hurried to reassure her.

"Miss Tremaine, try not to lose hope. We've caught Juliet's cancer early. With early-stage stomach cancer, there's a good chance for a full recovery."

Cynthia wiped at her tears with shaking hands, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop them from falling.

If only she'd come back to the city sooner. If only she'd been there, helping Juliet with the business and everything else—maybe things would be different.

The guilt gnawed at her.

She hated herself for not being there.

Standing outside the doctor's office, Dominic watched Cynthia quietly sobbing, his frown deepening.

He glanced in the direction of the ER, then turned and strode away, pulling out his phone to make a call as he left.