Chapter 278
Chapter 278:
She quickly informed her colleagues that she had to leave and dashed out to find a taxi.
On her way to the hospital, Helena repeatedly tried to contact Alden and Xavier, but received no answer from either.
Helena’s anxiety peaked as she urged the taxi driver to speed up.
Upon reaching the hospital, she leapt from the moving car and sprinted inside. Unsure of Alden’s exact location, she rushed to the information desk.
The receptionist, maintaining a courteous demeanor, informed her, “I’m sorry, but our privacy policies prevent us from disclosing patient details to anyone who isn’t family p>
The statement hit Helena hard. In that moment, she felt the stark distance between Alden and herself, despite their secret marriage.
The intensive care unit was heavily guarded. Two bodyguards stood like statues at the entrance, while additional security patrolled the corridor, their presence a clear message: no one would get near Alden’s room without clearance.
Inside, the atmosphere was hushed. Alden lay motionless, unconscious and pale, oblivious to the world beyond the beeping monitors and sterile walls. The pain had drained the color from his face, but somehow, that only sharpened the angles of his features. There was a delicate, almost haunting beauty in his stillness — a fragile edge that made him look even more arresting.
Eleanino sat alone at his bedside, her elbow propped against the armrest, her chin cradled in her palm. Her eyes shimmered with quiet devotion as she studied him, as if he were a dream she had dared to reach out and touch.
Then his eyelids twitched. A flutter. A flicker. And suddenly, Alden jolted awake, as if pulled back from the void.
“You’re awake!” Eleanino gasped, her voice a breathless whisper of relief and joy. She sprang to her feet, her fingers already tapping the call button for the doctor.
Moments later, the physician arrived, swift and efficient. “Vitals are stable. Breathing and heart rate are within normal range,” the doctor said after a quick examination. “No signs of external trauma. Nothing seems critically wrong.” He turned toward the bed. “Mr. Wilson, are you experiencing any discomfort p>
Alden’s eyes were unreadable. He blinked slowly, frowning, then gave a subtle shake of his head.
The doctor exhaled, visibly relieved. “You should rest,” he advised gently, then turned and exited, leaving the room. Only Alden and Eleanino remained.
𝖀ρ𝓭α𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇ɩү 𝗈𝗇
“Alden…” Eleanino began, but Alden cut her off with a steady gaze. His voice, though quiet, carried weight. “Where is my phone p>
She blinked, startled. “Oh — it’s right here p>
Eleanino retrieved his phone and handed it to him. Alden’s fingers curled around the device, his thumb tapping the screen as he scanned the date. His brows furrowed ever so slightly.
Something was off. His mind felt hollow, as though a stretch of time had been carved out and erased. Whatever had happened in that time… it was gone.
And he couldn’t be sure if he was safe here — not yet. That was why he had stayed quiet in front of the doctor. Even with Eleanino, he had held back. He needed to observe. To assess.