Chapter 330
Lowell, a bit dazed, responded, “In the next room over p>
Tarquin, in a burst of urgency, ripped off his IV and darted out of bed, heading straight for the door.
Lowell, under the impression that Tarquin was out for revenge after a misunderstanding with Elysia, quickly followed, trying to calm him down, “Tarquin, I think Ms. Thorne was scared out of her wits tonight. Let’s not add to her fright, she already passed out twice! If anything serious happens, Elijah will have our heads. We’re grown men, let’s not stoop to petty squabbles with a lady p>
Tarquin ignored him and strode into the next room with purpose.
However, Elysia was nowhere to be seen.
A wave of panic swept over Tarquin, reminiscent of the dread he felt six years ago when he couldn’t find her at the airport.
“Where’s Elysia p>
Benjamin, still in the room, explained, “She just left, said it was getting late and she needed to pick up the kids p>
Upon hearing this, Tarquin spun around and dashed out, determined to catch Elysia.
But just as he reached the door, a thought struck him, and he turned back to ask Benjamin, “Did you personally conduct the last paternity test p>
“Huh? Oh, yes! I did it myself, didn’t let anyone else touch it. Why p>
Tarquin’s brow furrowed deeper, but without another word, he hurried out of the room.
Once outside the hospital, his walk turned into a sprint, as if he was terrified of losing Elysia again.
Lowell hadn’t seen Tarquin this frantic over anyone but Elijah in ages!
He had no idea what Tarquin wanted with Elysia so urgently, but all he could do was follow closely behind.
Tarquin caught up with Elysia at the hospital entrance!
Just as she opened the cab door and was about to get in, a large hand suddenly appeared, slamming the door shut.
With a loud bang, the door closed!
Elysia was startled, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest.
She had hurried away from the hospital, hoping to escape with her kids, Elliot, Evan, and Emmett, from his influence, but he had followed! The cab driver, equally startled and about to protest, caught sight of Tarquin through the glass and quickly drove off, sensing trouble.
It was clear Tarquin wasn’t someone to mess with.
Elysia stood on the sidewalk, eyes wide with fear, facing Tarquin.
Tarquin, with furrowed brows and panting, towered over her.
In the cold winter night of Jindale City, the chill was biting, and passersby huddled in their coats, shivering.
Yet, both of them were drenched in cold sweat, their emotions running high.
Their gazes locked, filled with complex emotions – Elysia with a mix of nervousness, fear, anger, and sorrow; Tarquin with confusion and urgency, as if he had a thousand words to say.
In this tense silence, Lowell finally caught up, breaking the stillness, “Tarquin! Hey, Ms. Thorne p>
Tarquin, trying to suppress his turmoil, grabbed Elysia’s wrist and pulled her away to a secluded spot.
Elysia, panicked, resisted fiercely, “Let go of me! What are you doing p>
Tarquin, silent and firm, led her to a small park inside the hospital premises, where a gazebo offered some privacy in the otherwise empty night.
Once she was free, Elysia quickly stepped back, her white coat stark against the night, eyes red and glaring at him, “What do you want p>