The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 612

**Chapter 612: Unspoken Debts**

A heavy silence enveloped Laura, leaving her feeling both chastened and unexpectedly grateful. The weight of the moment pressed down on her, and she couldn’t help but reflect on how she had misjudged the situation.

He was right; her calf throbbed painfully with each heartbeat, a reminder of her limitations. She realized just how futile it would have been to try to escape on foot.

Weston, ever the stalwart figure, lifted her effortlessly and carried her toward the hospital entrance. The sedan that awaited them sat idling, its engine humming softly like a vigilant guard dog, ready to protect its occupants.

Once they settled into the back seat, Weston leaned forward and instructed the driver to navigate through the bustling streets toward Laura’s apartment across town.

“So, we’re heading to my place to have a discussion?” she ventured, her voice barely above a whisper, tinged with uncertainty as the shadows of the car cocooned them in privacy.

He turned his head slightly, his dark eyes steady and unwavering. “Would you prefer to talk at my place instead?” he countered, his tone even.

Laura fell silent, her thoughts racing. Perhaps it would be best to go to her own place. The familiarity of her space felt safer.

As the sedan glided through the downtown area, the glow of street lamps spilled over the hood like liquid gold, illuminating the night. Laura stole a glance at Weston, the man beside her who had unexpectedly become her savior. She forced a smile, a flicker of gratitude dancing in her eyes. “Thank you for today,” she said softly, her voice barely escaping her lips.

She was acutely aware that had he not intervened at Orchid Pavilion, the chaos would have spiraled out of control, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.

“Don’t think that a simple thank you is all you owe me,” Weston replied, his baritone voice weaving through the space between them like velvet brushing against steel.

“I know,” she replied, her agreement firm yet quiet, echoing her understanding of the gravity of the situation.

In mere moments, once the elevator doors closed behind them, the real negotiation would commence, and she would come to understand precisely what price he expected her to pay for his assistance.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated, slicing through the thick tension that had settled around them. Quinn’s name illuminated the screen, and Laura quickly pressed the answer key, feeling her heart race.

“Laura, what on earth happened? The manager at Orchid Pavilion just called me. He said you got into a scuffle with Zachary Kingston—and that Weston Windore came to your rescue?” Quinn’s voice rushed out in a single breath, laced with anxiety.

According to the frantic manager, the situation had been mishandled, and now they were bracing for the wrath of the Whitethorn family. Quinn had called immediately, desperate to ensure her friend was still in one piece.

“I’m fine,” Laura reassured her, maintaining a calm facade. “Harvey took the brunt of it. Kingston’s men were rough with him, so I’ve already had him admitted for treatment.”

“If I had known, I would have had Julius send security with you,” Quinn lamented, guilt creeping into her tone.

“I chose to walk into the lion’s den,” Laura reminded her gently but firmly. “No one else is to blame for my decision. Besides, who could have predicted Kingston would act so recklessly? I even dropped Julius Whitethorn’s name, yet he refused to take me seriously. Just pure bad luck.”

“So, Weston helped you out?” Quinn pressed, her curiosity evident.

“Mm-hmm,” Laura acknowledged, her voice barely above a whisper.

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