The Billionaire's Regret: His Secret Wife Turned Medical Genius novel Chapter 108

Emily hung up the phone and clutched it tight.

Mallory was awake and safe.

Emily had to see her right then and there. She needed to see with her own eyes that Mallory had truly pulled through.

She rose from the bed and headed for the door, already certain that Gabriel would have locked it. After all, there was no way he would let her leave.

Her gaze then shifted to the tall window beside the bedroom. Beyond it stretched a narrow balcony.

Emily didn't hesitate. She slid the glass open, stepped out, and climbed down the wrought-iron railing.

The sharp edges of the rail snagged her nightgown with a tear. Instantly, the fabric split, and her body pitched forward.

"Ah!" Agonizing pain exploded at Emily's ankle as she landed hard on the lawn below. She braced herself with her hands, but gravel soon tore into her palms.

Blood welled quickly, but she didn't even feel it. Gritting her teeth, she staggered upright and clutched the wall for support. One limping step at a time, she dragged herself toward the villa's iron gate.

…

Half an hour later, a taxi screeched to a stop outside the municipal hospital.

Emily shoved some bills into the driver's hand and stumbled out, rushing for the inpatient department.

"Emily!" Arthur had just stepped out of the elevator when he saw her. He ran toward her, catching her before she collapsed.

His eyes dropped to her torn nightgown, swollen ankle, and bleeding hands. His pupils constricted in shock as he said, "Emily, what happened to you?"

"I'm fine." Emily shoved his hand away, her voice raw and ragged. "Where is Mal? Which room is she in?"

Upon seeing the stubborn and fixed look in her eyes, Arthur felt a sharp ache in his chest. "I'll take you there," he simply said.

…

In the VIP ward, Mallory leaned against her pillows. She was still pale, but she was awake, and her energy had returned.

When she saw Emily being half-carried in, she froze and let out a laugh. "Well, well, look at you. I thought you would beat me into the ICU first."

Emily's eyes instantly brimmed with tears.

Mallory's smile softened as she reached out a hand. "Come sit."

Emily limped to her bedside.

Mallory clasped her hand, patting it gently. "Don't worry. I cheated death. There's got to be some luck left for me."

She looked at Mallory's expectant gaze, then at Arthur's unwavering one.

Finally, she nodded. "Alright. We'll leave tonight."

...

When Gabriel returned to the villa, he was greeted by silence.

He frowned and strode upstairs.

The door wasn't locked. Inside, the room was empty, and the bed was perfectly made without a wrinkle in sight.

On the windowsill, the untouched tray of food sat cold.

Gabriel's gaze then shifted to the open balcony door. Caught on the iron railing was a small shred of torn pink fabric.

It was Emily's nightgown.

She had escaped.

Immediately, Gabriel turned and headed downstairs.