Chapter 494
Chapter 494:
Loretta inspected his wounds with practiced eyes, instructing him to maintain absolute dryness around the injured areas, then turned her attention to Fiona with implicit expectation. “I’m entrusting his care to your capable hands. Promise me — neither of you will attempt such foolhardy behavior again p>
Both heads bobbed with enthusiastic agreement.
The moment Loretta’s footsteps faded beyond the door, Brenden collapsed toward his bed with desperate urgency.
Had the old woman lingered even moments longer, he suspected that unconsciousness might have overtaken him entirely due to the overwhelming pain.
Witnessing his face contort with each movement, Fiona exhaled a sympathetic breath. “Tell me where the pain strikes worst. Those wounds need fresh medication p>
Despite injuries that screamed protest with every motion, Brenden forced his battered body toward the office the following morning. Wesley’s warning had carved itself into his memory with crystal clarity — absence would guarantee his immediate replacement.
As the elevator doors parted to receive Brenden, Rebecca materialized beside him like an unwelcome storm cloud.
Her expression curdled the moment their eyes met.
Through clenched teeth, her words emerged as barely controlled venom. “Brenden! How dare you show your face before me p>
S𝘁o𝗿𝗂𝘦ѕ 𝘆𝘰𝘂 𝘸оո’𝘁 р𝗎t 𝘥𝘰w𝘯 𝗈𝘯 𝘨a𝘭novе𝘭𝘀.с𝗈𝗺
Guilt pressed against his conscience, prompting a sincere attempt at reconciliation.
The elevator announced their arrival with its mechanical chime.
Rebecca’s voice sliced through the opening doors with calculated cruelty. “You want my forgiveness? Very well. Travel to the café nestled within Center Plaza and retrieve my coffee. Americano, untainted by sugar. And don’t you dare delegate this task to others p>
Brenden’s mind reeled at the impossibility. “Center Plaza lies more than ten kilometers from here p>
“That establishment serves the only coffee worthy of my consumption,” Rebecca declared with arctic indifference. “Are you going or not p>
Brenden had never mastered the art of denying beautiful women, particularly when his own actions had created the conflict.
His head dipped in reluctant acceptance. “I’ll make the journey p>
Ninety minutes crawled past before Brenden reappeared, coffee clutched in trembling fingers.
Traffic had transformed the streets into gridlocked rivers of frustration, while the café’s popularity had generated serpentine queues of waiting customers. His injuries combined with the extended ordeal had painted his face with dizzy exhaustion by the time he crossed Apex Group’s threshold.
Rebecca’s complaint struck him like a physical blow. “What took you so long p>
As Brenden began explaining the cascade of delays, his feet carried him forward, unaware that there was a treacherous puddle directly in his path. His shoe lost purchase against the slick surface, and gravity claimed him with ruthless efficiency.
The water had not appeared by accident — Rebecca had orchestrated this final humiliation with deliberate precision.
But fate possessed its own sense of irony. As Brenden’s body surrendered to the fall, the coffee container launched skyward in a perfect arc.
The next heartbeat delivered poetic justice as the scalding liquid descended upon Rebecca’s form, drenching her from crown to toe before her reflexes could mount any defense, leaving her transformed into a sticky, coffee-stained monument.