The Billionaire's Regret: His Secret Wife Turned Medical Genius novel Chapter 82

Gabriel's breath hitched.

But his silence said enough.

"Gabriel." Emily pushed herself to her feet too fast and swayed. Nevertheless, she steadied herself on the back of the couch, then lifted her eyes to him.

"Do you really think what you did meant anything? Robert was a lunatic who wanted to destroy me. And you? You kept Amelia at your side and hurt me for two years, then tried to wave it off as a 'misunderstanding' and call it even.

"Tell me, what's the difference between you and Robert?"

Gabriel went rigid. In Emily's eyes, he and Robert were the same kind of man, both having driven her to the edge.

Emily didn't want to see Gabriel anymore. She tried to walk past him, but he caught her wrist.

At his touch, her body violently trembled. "Let go!" she screamed. Panic spiked through Emily like a live wire. She fought to wrench free, as if shaking off something filthy.

"Don't touch me! Let go!" She resisted more fiercely now than she had at the villa.

Gabriel saw her pupils tighten in terror and released her at once.

Emily then stumbled back until her shoulders hit the cold wall.

She wrapped her arms around herself and glared at him like a trapped animal with nowhere left to run. Then, she looked away, yanked the door open, and fled.

Gabriel stood there for a long time before finally returning to Holton Corporation.

Amelia drifted in with a pour-over. "You haven't eaten all day. I made you coffee," she warmly said.

Gabriel dropped into the chair at his desk and ignored her—as he had been doing lately.

He'd clocked out on time, skipped pointless dinners, and kept checking his phone. It was as if he was waiting for something that would never come.

No. She couldn't sit back and do nothing!

Amelia dug her nails into her palm, then forced a wounded smile. "Okay. Just drink it while it's hot. Don't work yourself sick."

With that, she walked out of his office.

The moment the door clicked, every bit of her sweetness fell away.

She wanted to destroy Emily. If she couldn't have Gabriel, then neither could Emily.

Amelia hurried down an empty corridor, pulled out her phone, and made a call. "It's me," she quietly said. Her voice was edged with malice, yet under her refined appearance, it stayed perfectly hidden.

"Emily Sterling has a surgery scheduled for tomorrow in the cardiothoracic department at the municipal hospital. I want you to tamper with her instruments. Money isn't an issue. I just want her destroyed."