Chapter 643

Chapter 643:

Wesley’s patience snapped. Seeing that words were useless against Stewart’s smug defiance, he resolved to target Stewart’s company.

His jaw set, Wesley turned on his heel and strode back into his ward.

Inside, Billy hurried to him, worry etched across his face. “Mr. Moss, where have you been? The doctor insisted that you get proper rest p>

A sudden crack split the air, silencing Billy mid-sentence. He spun around, pulse spiking.

Glass?

No—the call bell lay mangled in Wesley’s hand, its metal crushed as though it were nothing.

Billy’s throat went dry. Wesley lifted his head slowly, his face shadowed and thunderous.

“Mr. Moss, is something wrong?” Billy asked cautiously, almost whispering.

“Stewart’s been admitted. How long were you planning to keep that from me p>

The question froze Billy where he stood. A cold dread coiled in his stomach.

𝘋оw𝗻𝘭оа𝘥𝗮𝗯𝗅𝗲 𝗣𝗗F𝘴 𝗼𝘯

Trying to steady himself, Billy stammered, “The doctor said you shouldn’t overexert yourself. I… I was worried it would upset you p>

“Have they caught the attacker?” Wesley’s interruption was low and dangerous.

“It was Dustin,” Billy replied, lowering his voice. “I’ve already sent men to dig deeper p>

Wesley’s eyes narrowed. “He vanished for half a year. His sudden return isn’t chance. Look into the Howard family p>

“Yes, sir.” Billy nodded quickly, his heart racing.

The Howards were Gabriela’s fiercest enemy.

If they had dragged Dustin back into play, then everything was already far messier than expected.

Billy turned to leave, but Wesley’s voice halted him. “Hire some caregivers p>

Billy blinked, unsure. “For you p>

“Not for me. For Stewart.” Wesley’s tone was flat, almost casual. “Gabriela worked for us once. He saved her. Showing gratitude is the least I can do p>

Billy kept his head lowered, though inwardly he scoffed.

Gratitude? This didn’t feel like kindness at all.

“Mr. Moss… how many should I hire?” he asked carefully.

“Eighteen should be enough p>

The next morning, eighteen elite caregivers marched into Room 609.

With the two Gabriela had already arranged, the ward looked more like a crowded command post than a hospital room.

Stewart blinked, bewildered, then his jaw tightened. “Billy! What the hell is going on p>

Billy kept his tone respectful, though the weight of Wesley’s order pressed heavily. “Mr. Moss instructed it. He said you’re gravely injured, unable to move a hand or take a step. He thought you’d need more care p>

Stewart’s expression soured. His voice sharpened. “More care? Why does he care about what I need p>

“Mr. Moss mentioned that Gabriela had previously been an important employee with Apex Group. You saved her, so this is his gesture of appreciation p>

Stewart’s face darkened, his hands curling into fists despite the pain.

Why was Wesley so concerned about Gabriela?

She had only ever been an employee at Apex Group, yet he was acting as if she were someone important to him.

Wesley’s brazenness knew no bounds.

Stewart’s expression hardened, his voice slicing through the crowded ward. “I don’t want them here. Clear them out p>

Billy didn’t so much as flinch. “Perhaps you should ask Gabriela first. After all, Mr. Moss arranged this for her peace of mind as much as yours p>

At that moment, Gabriela stepped in with the soup she had prepared for Stewart. Her brows knit as she took in the sight of twenty uniformed caregivers crammed into the room. “Stewart, what on earth is all this p>

Stewart opened his mouth, but Billy was quicker. “Gabriela, these are Mr. Moss’s arrangements. As business partners, he worried about Mr. Williams’s condition. He said that if you were ever too busy to visit, Mr. Williams might not even manage a sip of water p>

From a velvet case, Billy produced a gleaming golden straw, the metal glinting like a challenge. “This, Gabriela, was specially commissioned overnight. Pure gold. Exclusively crafted for Mr. Williams’s use. Mr. Moss said it suits his distinguished status p>

Stewart ground his teeth, knowing it was all part of Wesley’s plan to make him look like an idiot.

His face shadowed completely.

The elegance of his features twisted under the weight of fury.