Chapter 6 Desperate Romeo Losing His Juliet

Early the next morning, hospital, office.

Henry Charles, Calvin's private doctor and longtime friend, examined the wound on Calvin's thigh with a dark expression. "Calvin, you can't leave today too. The injury on your thigh needs proper care. If it isn't treated correctly, it'll leave a scar."

Calvin shrugged indifferently. "It's on my thigh. Who's going to see it?"

"Your wife! The one lying on the 14th floor who just out of danger," Henry retorted sharply.

Calvin, who had been buttoning his shirt, paused for a moment. His expression hardened. "Stop talking nonsense. We've been divorced for a long time."

Henry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Their circle of friends and family was well aware of Calvin and Adriana's story, from its beginnings to its bitter end.

"Is that so? Then why did you risk your life to charge into the explosion site yesterday? I saw the surveillance footage. You screamed like a desperate Romeo losing his Juliet."

When the explosion happened, most onlookers froze in shock. Calvin, however, had leapt from his car within seconds, running into the flames with reckless abandon. It was as though he didn't care if he survived, as long as he saved her.

After pulling Adriana from the wreckage, Calvin ignored his own injuries, rushing her to the hospital in his arms. He shouted for help in the lobby with no regard for appearances. Only after confirming that she was out of danger did he allow Henry to treat his wounds. He didn't even sleep long.

Pulling out the IV drip with a swift motion, Calvin said coldly, "It was basic human decency. Besides, my company needs her."

Henry scoffed. "Oh, really? Mr. Richest alive desperately needs a lawyer so badly he'd risk his life to save a "strange" lawyer? How noble of you!"

"Shut up!" Calvin snapped as he fastened his cufflinks.

"Admit it. You're still in love with her. Otherwise, why follow her? Your office and her place are on opposite sides of the city. Don't tell me it was just a coincidence."

Calvin fixed him with an icy glare. "I own properties in every corner of the city. I decided to stay in the east for a while. That's all."

Henry smirked, tucking his stethoscope into his coat pocket. "Oh, sure. I think you just want to live in her house, even in her room!"

"Are you tired of being a doctor and thinking of switching to tabloid journalism? Why are you so obsessed with my personal life?"

Henry chuckled. "Not a bad idea! If I wrote a tell-all about you, it could fund its own media empire."

"Get lost!" Calvin barked, the sudden movement aggravating his injury. He winced but quickly masked the pain.

Henry held back a laugh and changed the subject. "By the way, she's on the 14th floor, Room 1401. Aren't you going to see her?"

"She's alive, isn't she? She's not important enough to warrant a visit from me."

"Calvin, one day, you'll regret being this stubborn. Is it really so hard to admit you care about her? Let me give you some advice—if you still have feelings for her, don't let her slip away. Pride means nothing in love."

Lighting a cigarette, Calvin said dismissively, "Love? Who said I love her? I'm not the type of CHEAP MAN who'd run back to someone who betrayed me."

Henry retorted, "Right. And screaming for help in the hospital lobby is really like something a RICH MAN would do."

Calvin's glare grew colder.

At that moment, Henry's phone rang. Answering it, he heard a nurse's panicked voice. "Doctor, the female patient on the 14th floor is in critical condition. Please come immediately!"

The nurse's voice was loud enough for Calvin to overhear.

14th floor.

Before Henry could react, Calvin was already on his feet, rushing toward the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Henry grabbed his arm.

"Let go of me!" Calvin demanded, his eyes frantic.

"You're not even wearing shoes, and your shirt's a mess. You look every bit the cheap man you claim not to be," Henry teased.

Calvin yanked his arm free. "Aren't you a doctor? Shouldn't you be attending to your patient instead of standing here gossiping?"

Henry crossed his arms. "Critical patients come in every day. But it's not every day I see you this worked up."

"I'm just going out for a smoke."

Henry studied him quietly, then smirked. "Fine. Smoke here. My office is the only place in the hospital where it's allowed."

Calvin shot him a murderous glare.

Realizing he'd pushed far enough, Henry softened his tone. "Well. Listen, if you want to see her, just go. Life's unpredictable. Don't let regret eat you alive."

Calvin stood silent for a moment, his expression unreadable.