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Chapter 189:
Carlee urged Amelia to let someone treat her injuries, but Amelia stubbornly refused to move. Her gaze stayed locked on the operating room door, barely blinking.
The minutes painfully turned into hours. Before they knew it, the clock struck four in the morning.
The moment the doors of the operating room swung open, Amelia sprang to her feet. But she had been sitting motionless for so long that her legs buckled beneath her, sending her staggering sideways. Nearby, Carlee, who had drifted off while resting against a chair, snapped awake and lunged forward to steady her.
Marc emerged first from the operating room, still wearing his surgical mask. Pulling it down with evident fatigue, he said slowly, “In addition to the deep cuts along his back, three of his ribs fractured. One even pierced his lung. But the most critical concern is the trauma to his brain. We found internal bleeding—a clot—that’s the main reason he’s still unconscious p>
Every word Marc spoke drained more color from Amelia’s face. Until now, she hadn’t grasped how serious Wyatt’s condition was. The vivid memory of him shielding her inside the car flashed through her mind, and tears brimmed in her eyes. “He was hurt because he tried to protect me p>
Looking anxiously at Marc, she asked, “Is he safe for now? When will he regain consciousness p>
𝖣оn’𝗍 m𝘪𝘴𝗌 n𝖾𝘄 𝘳e𝗹𝖾𝖺sеѕ 𝘰𝗇 ѕ.сo𝗆
“For the moment, he’s stable. But I can’t promise when he’ll wake up. The next few hours are critical. I’ve removed the blood clot, but if he remains unconscious by sunrise, we’ll have to come up with a new treatment plan p>
As they spoke, Wyatt was carefully wheeled out by the medical staff. Only a few hours had passed, yet his features were already pale.
Amelia desperately wanted to grasp his hand, but a sudden wave of dizziness overtook her, blurring her vision. Carlee quickly reached out to support her. “Amelia, please—your wounds need attention. How can you look after Mr. Stewart like this p>
With both Carlee and Marc insisting, Amelia reluctantly agreed to receive medical treatment.
By the time she returned to Wyatt’s bedside, Davin had just arrived. His clothes were still soaked, and he looked utterly overwhelmed by Wyatt’s sudden condition. Without Wyatt, Davin feared the Stewart Group wouldn’t hold together for long. The entire Stewart family was also watching Wyatt’s moves closely. If Wyatt missed work for just a day or two, Davin could manage. But beyond that, he knew things would quickly spiral into chaos.
And soon enough, Wyatt’s accident would become public. By dawn, everyone would hear about the fiery wreckage discovered in West Kretol. The mere thought of what was going to happen was already giving Davin a headache.
“Amelia, isn’t it time we reported this to the authorities? Someone clearly tried to murder him,” Carlee said, breaking the tense silence.
Instantly, both Davin and Marc responded simultaneously, “We can’t involve the police p>
Marc, utterly drained from the overnight surgery, didn’t have much energy left. He gave Davin a meaningful glance, prompting Davin to explain, “If this gets out, we’ll lose control completely. The Stewart family’s circumstances are delicate enough, and we still don’t know when Mr. Stewart will regain consciousness. For his safety and the sake of the Stewart Group, we can’t afford the chaos of police involvement p>
Amelia quietly processed their words without interruption. Only after Davin finished speaking did Amelia finally respond, her voice firm. “Fine. We’ll keep the police out of it. But contact the PR department right now. As soon as the accident hits the news, immediately suppress it. Keep a strict watch on company operations and ensure nothing slips through the cracks until Wyatt recovers. And launch an immediate investigation within the Stewart Mansion—I want to know exactly who was behind this p>
As Amelia delivered the final sentence, her gaze turned icy with determination.