Chapter 226
Chapter 226:
The realization left Fiona both shocked and elated. Thank goodness Gabriela hadn’t heard a thing since she had been asleep. There was still space for Fiona to maneuver, to act before Gabriela found out the truth.
Heart racing with renewed purpose, she immediately placed an order for a fruit basket.
Two hours later, Fiona paused outside Gabriela’s hospital room, a lavishly arranged fruit basket nestled in her arms. At that moment, Gabriela had only just regained consciousness. Loretta and Miriam were talking to her.
Loretta’s voice quivered with shock. “How could something like this happen? Why would anyone try to kidnap you? Do you have enemies? This is absolutely terrifying!” Turning sharply, she asked Wesley, “Have you contacted the police p>
“I have,” Wesley answered steadily. “I’ll also dispatch people to conduct a thorough investigation p>
Loretta wasn’t satisfied. “Until they catch whoever’s behind this, Gabriela mustn’t go anywhere on her own. If she has to leave, Wesley, arrange for someone to escort her p>
Miriam chimed in at once. “Exactly. For now, it’s safer if you remain at the estate, Gabriela. We’ll all rest easier knowing Mr. Moss is personally taking you to and from work p>
𝗝𝘰𝗶𝗻 tho𝘂𝗌𝖺𝘯ds 𝘰f 𝘧a𝗻ѕ оn ѕ.с𝘰𝗆
Overwhelmed by their protectiveness, Gabriela promised she wouldn’t venture out alone again. Her voice softened as she added, “If not for Mr. Saunders stepping in, I dread to think what might have happened.” At that, Brenden let out a sigh of relief.
Wesley hadn’t told Gabriela the truth, allowing Brenden to take all the credit for saving her. It was truly kind of Wesley not to reveal the deception. But the faint smile on Wesley’s lips vanished in an instant. His expression hardened, a glacial fury flickering in his eyes.
Brenden, oblivious to the storm brewing, mistook the look for solemn approval and nodded earnestly, as though in shared understanding. In reality, Wesley wished he could call the guards and have him thrown out on the spot.
Billy, standing nearby, instantly caught the shift in Wesley’s mood. He was struck dumb, unable to find words. The memory was still burned in his mind: they had finally located Gabriela’s IP address through her phone. Wesley had plunged headlong into the pond, ignoring the frantic rescue team’s attempts to hold him back.
By the time Gabriela was pulled ashore, her body was cold and rigid, her chest frighteningly still. Wesley himself was ghostly pale, his soaked bangs plastered to his forehead, lips tinged blue, eyes bloodshot with anguish. He gripped Gabriela’s lifeless hands as though sheer will alone could call her back.
Billy had never, in all his years, seen Wesley unravel like that.
Fortunately, Gabriela regained consciousness quickly and, to everyone’s relief, had no serious injuries. But what was going on now?
Wesley had risked his life to pull her back from death’s edge, only for Brenden to be hailed as the hero. Billy’s chest tightened with frustration. He knew Wesley’s pride would never permit him to correct the misunderstanding, even if it meant watching another man steal his due.
But as Wesley’s loyal assistant, Billy felt compelled to step in and speak the truth for him. Gathering his resolve, he stepped out from behind Wesley. “Ms. Haynes, the one who actually saved you was p>