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Chapter 162:

Pride welled up inside Conroy as he watched, certain that Wyatt’s bold leadership would take the Stewart Group to places it had never gone before. Yet, when he remembered all the times Wyatt had gone against him, his features darkened. Fixing his gaze on the younger man, he said, “This is a negotiation. I’m telling you straight—either end your marriage with Amelia or resign from your position as CEO of the Stewart Group p>

“Neither of those things will happen, Grandpa. My relationship with Amelia concerns no one else, and you’ve already lost your right to dictate who leads the company. I now own the largest share of the Stewart Group,” Wyatt said.

“You… you stubborn brat p>

The anger Conroy had bottled up finally burst out. He snatched the cup nearby and flung it straight at Wyatt.

Amelia, stepping in like last time, struggled to her feet. Instinct took over, and she shielded Wyatt with her body. The boiling hot coffee splashed onto her forehead, and a shard grazed her cheek.

𝖲tо𝘳іеs y𝗈𝗎 𝘄о𝗻’𝘵 𝗽u𝗍 𝘥𝘰w𝗻 𝗈ո ѕ.c𝗼𝗆

People in the room froze for a split second, and then Della darted over to Amelia. With panic in her voice, she exclaimed to Wyatt, “Why are you still standing there? Take her to the hospital right now p>

Wyatt’s eyes lingered on Conroy for a moment before he swept Amelia into his arms and rushed out of the house, carrying her.

Held close against Wyatt’s chest, Amelia could feel the tension knotted up in his muscles, each step betraying his emotions. With trembling hands, she clung to his shirt. Through the pain, she forced a small smile. “I’m alright, honestly. It’s just p>

“Enough. Don’t speak,” Wyatt said, his voice hushed but stern, leaving her feeling slightly aggrieved.

Barrie had pulled up already. When the pair arrived, he wasted no time opening the back door of the car for them. Inside the car, Amelia tried to slip away from Wyatt’s hold, but he refused to let her go. She struggled, and her annoyance slipped out. “Let me go p>

Hearing the hurt in her voice, Wyatt softly replied, “I’m sorry. I didn’t protect you well p>

That apology made Amelia’s chest ache, and her eyes started to sting. “In the end, you only care about the Flynn Group’s secrets. I’ll give you what you want p>

“I’m sorry…” Wyatt clung to her and apologized over and over. His gentle words eventually eased some of the ache in her heart.

Once he noticed her breathing had settled, Wyatt said in a low voice, “What I said in that recording wasn’t real. I had to lie to keep my family members from targeting you p>

He kept explaining throughout the ride. Although Amelia remained silent, deep inside, she started to forgive him.

Kretol City Hospital.

Marc’s eyes widened at the sight of the injuries marring Amelia’s face. Turning to Wyatt, he asked, “What on earth happened p>

Barrie, noticing Wyatt’s silence, quietly stepped up and explained what had happened. After hearing the explanation, Marc said nothing more. He turned his full attention to cleaning Amelia’s wounds with skilled hands.

Amelia flinched when the antiseptic hit her skin. Carefully watching her reactions, Wyatt threw Marc a sharp look. “Is it possible for you to be a bit more careful p>

“I have to do this properly, or she’ll end up with an infection. Is that what you want?” Marc said.

Wyatt fell silent immediately.

After he wrapped a bandage around Amelia’s forehead, Marc paused, uncertain, when he saw the gash on her cheek.

“What’s wrong?” Concern flickered in Wyatt’s eyes. “Is the wound getting worse p>

“The cut on her cheek is pretty deep. It needs two stitches,” Marc replied.

“Is there any way to avoid getting stitches?” Amelia, sitting on the sofa, jumped in before Wyatt could say a word.

“I strongly suggest we stitch it. The wound will heal more cleanly and quickly,” said Marc.

Remembering how Matias once squirmed through his own stitches, Amelia started to get nervous. “Is it going to hurt? Are you going to give me anesthesia p>

Marc gave a small laugh and said, “We’ll numb the area first. You won’t feel any pain at all p>

Marc kept his promise. Just two neat stitches later, the wound was patched up, and a bandage covered Amelia’s cheek before she even had time to worry. Still, the thought of a scar nagged at her, so she asked, “Will this leave a permanent mark p>

Marc grinned. “Now you’re worried about scars? Trust me, you’ll look just as beautiful as before after it heals p>

Gazing at herself in the mirror, Amelia felt a pang of displeasure. Her forehead and cheek were hidden behind bandages, leaving her feeling awkward about her appearance.

Wyatt kept a close watch on her, noticing the shift in her mood. He glanced at Marc. “Do you have something she could use to cover her face? Maybe a mask p>

“I wouldn’t suggest it. A mask could aggravate the injury,” Marc replied.

Wyatt and Amelia left the hospital together. Once they were inside the car, Wyatt’s phone rang. He answered it right away.

“Mr. Stewart, your grandfather just called for a board meeting…” Davin’s voice trembled with urgency on the other end of the line.