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Chapter 511
Chapter 511:
After two full days of intensive psychiatric observation, and only after Easton legally guaranteed a private, around-the-clock medical team at her residence, the hospital had reluctantly approved June’s discharge.
The automatic sliding glass doors of Mt. Sinai parted with a soft hum.
The biting afternoon wind immediately swept across June’s face. She shivered. She wore a simple pair of dark jeans and a thin cashmere sweater, her body still devastatingly weak, her legs feeling like lead with every step.
Easton walked right beside her.
He was not wearing his usual imposing bespoke suit. He had on a soft, heather-gray cashmere sweater paired with perfectly tailored trousers — the softer fabric making him look less like the ruthless corporate force the city feared and more like an immovable, fiercely protective anchor that existed solely for her.
As the cold wind hit them, Easton stopped immediately. He draped a heavy, camel-colored Burberry trench coat over June’s shoulders, his large hands lingering for a fraction of a second on her arms as he pulled the lapels snug across her chest to block the chill.
June looked up at him. A small, genuine smile touched the corners of her pale lips. The constant, quiet reliability of this man was the only thing keeping her grounded.
“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice still raspy from the sedatives.
Easton gave a soft, reassuring nod and placed his hand lightly on the small of her back, guiding her toward his Porsche at the curb.
“Well, well, well. Look who it is p>
The shrill, grating voice sliced through the cold air like a rusty blade.
𝘚𝘩𝘢𝗋𝗲 y𝗈𝘶r 𝗳a𝗏𝗈ri𝘵e𝘴 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺
June froze. Her heart skipped a painful beat.
Susan and Richard Beasley stepped out from behind a concrete pillar near the hospital entrance. They both looked disheveled — Richard’s suit wrinkled, Susan’s hair windblown and wild. They had come in a desperate, last-ditch attempt to find Cole and beg for mercy, but the sight of June emerging first had ignited every last ember of their festering spite.
Susan’s eyes locked onto the Burberry coat draped over June’s shoulders. Her face twisted with a raw, venomous jealousy — as though she wanted to tear it from June’s back with her bare hands.
“Not even divorced yet, and already parading around with your new protector,” Susan sneered, loud enough to turn the heads of passing pedestrians. “You really are just a pathetic, gold-digging woman, aren’t you, June p>
June’s breath caught. The blood drained from her face. Her hands curled into tight fists inside the coat pockets. The sheer audacity of these people — the people who had tortured her, stolen her rabbit, and mocked her pain — standing here on this sidewalk was paralyzing.
Richard stepped forward, a nasty, leering grin spreading across his face.
“Cole finally threw you out with the trash, huh?” he sneered, his eyes raking over her with a slimy familiarity that made her skin crawl. “I always wondered what tricks you used to keep him fooled for so long p>
A violent tremor moved through June’s entire body. The humiliation burned in her throat like acid.