The Billionaire's Regret: His Secret Wife Turned Medical Genius novel Chapter 106

Gabriel's chest constricted, pain spreading through every nerve in his body.

By now, Emily was on the edge of collapse as her body violently trembled in rage. Still, she screamed and hurled herself at Gabriel again. "Gabriel, give me Mal's life back!"

Upon seeing Emily completely unravel, Gabriel's gaze darkened. He sidestepped her flailing hand, swept her into his arms, and locked her against his chest.

Before Emily could even fight back, Gabriel's hand chopped sharply at the back of her neck.

In an instant, Emily's body went limp, and she slipped into unconsciousness. Her lashes were still wet with tears.

With that, Gabriel lifted her and turned to leave.

"Mr. Holton!" Arthur lunged forward, blocking his way. "You can't take her!"

Gabriel halted, towering over the reckless young man in front of him. His gaze was cold as he said, "I'm her husband, and we're not divorced. This isn't your place to speak."

He then promptly brushed past Arthur and carried Emily out of the police station.

Meanwhile, Arthur froze where he stood, fists clenched tight and eyes filled with helpless concern. "Emily…" he murmured.

...

The black Maybach pulled into the private villa.

Gabriel carried Emily into the master bedroom upstairs and lay her gently on the bed.

The housekeeper, Daisy Marsh, hurried in. "Mr. Holton."

Gabriel tucked the blanket around Emily and said in a low voice, "Take care of her."

Then, he stepped out onto the terrace with his phone in hand. "Roman."

"Yes, Mr. Holton?" came the respectful reply.

Gabriel stared at the lights shimmering on the river, his gaze darker than the night itself.

Daisy hurried to block her path. "Mr. Holton said you should rest—"

"Move!" Emily shoved Daisy aside, unable to stand another second there.

Her hand was just about to close on the doorknob when the door swung open from the outside, and Gabriel's tall figure filled the doorway.

Their eyes locked.

Gabriel's gaze was layered with emotions Emily couldn't read. Meanwhile, hers held nothing but raw hatred.

Gabriel stepped in and shut the door behind him, cutting off her escape. "Calm down," he softly said. "I've already arranged for the best surgical team from Ritzland. They'll be here tomorrow to evaluate Mallory's condition."

Emily let out a jagged, bitter laugh.

So, this was his idea of making amends? Throwing money and power at the mess to cover up his favoritism and cold-blooded choices?