Chapter 263
Chapter 263:
“Take this bastard to the police,” he instructed Billy, his tone flat but commanding. “Make sure you dig up who put him up to this p>
“Got it, sir!” Billy nodded. He moved swiftly, hauling the man toward the police station.
Wesley’s gaze returned to Gabriela as he inquired gently, “Are you able to walk? Go on ahead—I’m not leaving until you’re inside p>
“You really don’t have to, Mr. Moss,” Gabriela murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
A cold edge sliced through Wesley’s gaze, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “I’d rather not wake up to tomorrow’s headline: ‘Apex Group Employee Found Dead on the Street After Being Followed Home from Overtime Shift p>
Gabriela bit back a response, choosing silence instead. Some things never changed—his words still cut sharper than anyone else’s.
Without acknowledging him, she turned and hobbled toward Rosemont Gardens, each step deliberate and painfully slow. She tried masking the limp, but the agony in her foot betrayed her—she could barely manage the walk.
In an instant, Wesley swept her off the ground and deposited her into his car, the locks clicking shut.
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Startled, Gabriela gasped, “Mr. Moss, what on earth are you doing? Let me out p>
His eyes hardened as he muttered, “You’re this badly hurt, and you thought you could hide it?” He started the engine, his jaw set. “Your face is losing all its color—let’s get you to the hospital p>
The mention of the hospital made Gabriela’s chest tighten. Her pulse spiked with a sudden wave of dread.
“I don’t want to go there,” she blurted, panic creeping into her tone. “Please, just unlock the door. I need to get home p>
The engine hummed louder as the car picked up speed. Wesley’s reply came clipped and dismissive. “You can rest easy—the company has the medical bills covered p>
That wasn’t what she feared at all. Her anxiety mounted as she tried to explain, words tumbling out in a rush. “It’s only a sprain, the same ankle I hurt before. I don’t think it fully healed, so the pain is sharper this time. I just need to put some ointment on at home—it’ll be fine p>
He gave no response, his profile unreadable, expression carved into ice.
Within minutes, the car rolled to a stop outside the hospital. Wesley stepped out, opened her door, and his voice cut through the night like a blade. “Get out p>
Gabriela lingered in her seat, stubbornly refusing to budge.
He leaned closer, his voice low and precise. “Should I carry you inside p>
A shock ran through her, stiffening her limbs as she scrambled out of the car. Yet when her eyes met the hospital’s looming sign, she froze, unwilling to advance a single step.
Wesley came around to her side, his shadow falling over her. “Would you rather I carry you inside?” he queried, lowering himself as if preparing to scoop her up.
Her jaw tightened as she remarked, “Mr. Moss, I may be your employee, but you can’t force me into the hospital, can you p>
His reply was steady, edged with authority. “As your employer, it’s my responsibility to see that my people are cared for when they’re hurt p>
Realizing resistance was pointless, Gabriela gave in and followed him reluctantly through the sliding doors.
Once inside, Wesley procured medication for her ankle before summoning a doctor. His tone softened slightly but remained firm. “She was locked in a refrigerated truck not long ago and suffered frostbite. Her complexion doesn’t look right now—I’m concerned there may still be aftereffects. Make sure she gets a thorough checkup p>