I will take care of her.

In the hospital's emergency corridor, Gerald slammed his fist on the wall, blood dripping from his knuckles onto the floor. His brow was furrowed deeply, and his eyes were bloodshot.

His white tailored shirt had a few buttons undone, and his messy bangs hung over his forehead, giving him a somewhat disheveled appearance.

The door cracked open, and his assistant, Henry, walked in.

"Mr. Gerald, here's the surveillance footage from the shops near the intersection on the night of the accident," Henry said.

Gerald immediately took the took the footage and began reviewing it.

Henry noticed Gerald's bruised and bloodied hand but said nothing.

"The unlicensed car clearly targeted Mrs. Jason. If it wasn't a drunk driving accident, then there's only one possibility: someone planned this," Henry's voice was heavy with concern.

Gerald's brows furrowed even tighter as he watched Anna get hit in the video.

Anna's circle was always small, and she rarely offended anyone. If someone had been plotting against her, was it aimed at her or him?"

"Henry, did anyone else come into Nightfall yesterday? After my meeting with Mr. Walker, why did I end up drunk over there?"

If he hadn't been been drunk last night, Anna wouldn't have spent the night at the cemetery. Though he intended to purnish her, she was still his wife, and he wouldn't be so heartless.

Ultimately, he couldn't deny his responsibility for Anna's predicament.

But Gerald knew himself well; he rarely lost control or got drunk. Even though he was troubled by Anna last night, it shouldn't have led to him being drunk until the next morning.

"No, Nightfall was only our people," Henry replied, then seemed to recall something, his eyes flickering. "Yesterday the secretary was at Nightfall, but she left before you and Mr. Walker arrived. You had sent her on a business trip to Milan; she should be on the plane now."

Gerald's deep eyes narrowed slightly.

Secretary Yates? Nancy Yates?

On the night of Anna's accident, due to an urgent issue with secretary Yates's work, Gerald had to stay late to handle it, pulling an all- nighter. It wasn't until after 3 a.m. that he realized his phone was dead. After changing it, he saw the missed calls from the hospital and learned about Anna's accident.

Was this just a coincidence?

As far as he knew, Secretary Yates and Anna were supposed to be strangers.

Thinking about that face, which bore a slight resemblance to someone he knew, Gerald squinted his long eyes. "Have her wrap up the milan business quickly and return home ahead of schedule!" he ordered.

"Yes, Sir!" Henry replied.

Just then, Gerald's phone vibrated. He glanced at the caller ID-it was his mother.

Henry instinctively stepped out of the secure hallway, standing guard outside.

Gerald swiped the screen to answer, and his mother's voice came through, "Gerald, how's Anna doing? I made some chicken soup with dates to help her recover. I'll head to the hospital soon."

Mrs. Davis was unaware of the incident at the cemetery the previous day and thought Anna was still hospitalized due to the car accident.

"Mom, I'll take care of her from now on," Gerald said, thinking of Anna's pale face in the hospital, feeling a slight ache in his heart.

His mother paused, then replied with delight, "Alright, I'll have the soup ready for you. Just send Henry to pick it up. I won't go.

"Gerald, you've finally come around. Anna is such a wonderful girl. knowing you'll cherish her puts my mind at ease."

Gerald pressed his lips together. He owed Anna, and he needed to make it right.

...

At the hospital, Anna had cried herself to exhaustion. The doctor added a sleep aid to her IV, and she drifted off into a hazy sleep.

Nebula stayed by her side, not leaving for a moment.

When Gerald arrived with the soup, Nebula's expression was far from welcoming. She didn't want to wake Anna, so she dragged Gerald into the hospital's secure hallway.

"Mr. Gerald, Anna may not come from wealthy family, but she'll not to be mistreated. If you don't care for her, let her go. Someone else will treasure her."

"And by the way, after hurting her like this, you've lost the right to have her. So, when are you planning to divorce her? I'll be the first to celebrate with fireworks," Nebula said, arms crossed, her voice cold.

"Is this 'someone else' Raymond? Do you think the Chew family will accept Anna after she divorces me?" Gerald retorted.