The Billionaire's Regret: His Secret Wife Turned Medical Genius novel Chapter 103

Emily's eyes were red-rimmed, and each word that came out of her mouth sounded like an exhausted roar.

"Gabriel, listen to me. If anything happens to Mal," her nails nearly dug into his flesh, "I will never let you off. I'd stake my life to make Amelia and the whole Holton family pay blood for blood!"

Gabriel stared at the deathly calm in Emily's eyes and felt as if an invisible hand were squeezing his chest.

He wanted to explain himself. He meant to say that he'd had people watching the Waverly family. He wanted to say he didn't know how this had happened.

But before the words could form, they died on his tongue.

In the face of this bloody reality, any explanation would sound pathetic. He'd failed to keep Amelia in check. He had given her chance after chance to hurt Emily.

There was no defense he could use against her now.

Soon, the shock and grief drained the last of Emily's strength. Darkness closed in, the world spun, and she stumbled backward.

"Emily!" Gabriel's face went white. He lunged, catching her before she hit the floor and pulling her into a tight embrace.

"Roman." His voice was cold. "Find out how Amelia got out of the Waverly residence!"

As he cradled the unconscious Emily, he strode toward the doctors' on-call room. His jaw was clenched so tight it hurt.

He had explicitly ordered double the security to ring the Waverly residence like an ironclad fortress, yet Amelia had somehow slipped away.

Whoever was behind this would not be spared.

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The on-call room was quiet as Emily opened her eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling and the pervasive smell of disinfectant.

However, she quickly bolted upright as the airport screams and images of Mallory collapsing slammed into her like a tidal wave.

"Mal!" she exclaimed.

Emily threw off the coat covering her and ran out barefoot.

The corridor was deserted, with only the cold white light stretching her frail shadow long across the floor.

She grabbed at a passing nurse. "Where's the patient in the emergency room?" Her voice was ragged and raw.

Arthur knelt and draped his jacket over her shoulders. "Don't do this. Mallory will be okay."

Emily slowly lifted her head and met his worried face.

She didn't cry. Instead, her fists clenched until her nails bit into her palms.

She wouldn't let Amelia off the hook this time!

As she pushed herself up from the floor, she said, "Where's Amelia?"

Arthur hesitated. "She was arrested on the spot and taken to the police station."

With that, Emily turned and walked away without hesitation.

"Emily, where are you going? I'm coming with you!" Arthur hurried after her.

But Emily's steps were quick and fierce. In that moment, there was only one thought in her mind—she had to see Amelia. She would make that woman pay.