The Billionaire's Regret: His Secret Wife Turned Medical Genius novel Chapter 109

Daisy was tidying in the kitchen when she caught sight of Gabriel's stormy expression. She froze, hardly daring to breathe.

"Where's Mrs. Holton?" Gabriel asked.

"S-She should be upstairs, in her room…"

The coldness in Gabriel's eyes deepened. He pulled out his phone and dialed for Roman. "Find out where Emily is right now."

Less than five minutes later, Roman called back.

"Mr. Holton, we've located Mrs. Holton. She's at the municipal hospital."

The hospital. Of course. She'd have to have gone to visit Mallory.

Gabriel hung up, took his car keys, and bolted out the door.

With that, the Maybach shot through the night like an arrow.

...

In the ward, only Mallory remained.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Gabriel stepped inside radiating a cold air.

"Where is she?"

Mallory coldly glared at him, her eyes filled with nothing but loathing. "She left."

"Where to?"

"She's gone to some place you'll never find her." Her lips curved into a cold smile. "Gabriel, do you really think the world revolves around you? What do you take Mills for? Is she something you can throw away and just pick up again whenever you feel like it?

"Let me tell you—she isn't. You pushed her away with your own hands, so don't expect her to come back. Let her go, and let yourself go too."

Gabriel's fists clenched until his knuckles cracked.

A single thought crossed his mind—Ritzland. Emily had to be heading for the exchange program. She loved her work too much to give that up.

With that, he turned and bolted out of the ward.

...

At the airport, a thunderous roar split the night sky.

Gabriel rushed to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the runway. A Ritzland-bound jet had just lifted off into the sky, steadily flying higher.

His phone buzzed, and a message from Roman lit the screen.

"Mr. Holton, Mrs. Holton and Dr. Hamilton boarded the Ritzland flight. The plane has taken off."

Gabriel stared at the aircraft until it vanished into the clouds. Then, he drove his fists into the glass.

Blood streamed down his knuckles, but he felt no pain. All he felt was a hollow void where his heart should have been.

Just as Arthur was about to step into his own place, his phone suddenly rang.

"Emily, I…" He ended the call, looking apologetic. "The hospital's sending me to Hostonia for temporary support. I may have to leave right away."

Emily blinked, then nodded. "Go. Work comes first." After all, she couldn't rely on anyone. She would have to walk this road alone.

…

Airport goodbyes were always brief.

Emily watched Arthur disappear through security, then turned back into the faceless and endless crowd.

By the time she returned to her apartment, night had fully settled.

As she walked alone under the streetlights, her shadow stretched long and thin across the cobblestones.

When the building elevator doors opened, she noticed the apartment opposite hers—Arthur's old place—was open. Movers were carrying furniture in.

Was there a new tenant already?

Emily paused at her own door where a neatly folded paper bag sat propped against the frame. On it was a note with handwriting that was bold and assured.

"For the new neighbor."

It seemed her new neighbor had come from the same country she did.