《Serving My Husband His Own Medicine 》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

Hannah’s POVThe VIP recovery suite was quiet, save for the soft, rhythmic hiss of the oxygen concentrator. I hadn't showered in two days. I was still wearing a borrowed hospital scrub top over my leggings, and my hair was pulled into a messy knot that felt like a weight on my head. I looked exhausted, but as I sat in the chair pulled tight against Alexander’s bed, my hand locked in his, I felt more powerful than I ever had in a designer suit.Alexander was drifting in a light sleep, his breathing deep and even. His grip on my fingers hadn't loosened once, even in his dreams. It was as if his subconscious was terrified that if he let go, the fog would swallow me again.The heavy door to the suite didn't just open; it swung back with a sharp, entitled 'thud' that made me bolt upright.Eleanor Mercer walked in first. She looked like she was ready for a gala, dressed in a sharp, cream-colored blazer and pearls that caught the harsh hospital light. Behind her stood Vivienne, looking every

Grace’s POVThe peeling white paint on the front door of my father’s house felt rough against my palm. I banged my fist against the wood again, the sound hollow and cheap compared to the heavy thud of the oak doors I’d grown used to in the Mercer-designed suburbs. Behind me, Samuel was having a full-blown meltdown. He was three years old and didn't care about legal drama; he just knew his favorite toy was back at the house that was currently crawling with men in tactical vests."Mommy! I want my truck! I want to go home!" Samuel screamed. He started kicking the plastic tray of his stroller, the rhythmic thwack-thwack-thwack vibrating through my skull."Samuel, please! Stop it!" I yelled, my voice cracking.I looked like a disaster. My silk dress... the one I’d bought with Daniel’s "bonus" money last month... was stained with a smudge of chocolate milk, and the humidity was turning my expensive blowout into a frizzy mess. My heels were sinking into the overgrown grass of the front yard

Hannah's POV. I sat there in that stiff hospital chair, my casted leg stretched out on the little padded stool they’d brought in, and I couldn’t stop staring at him. Alexander looked like hell...pale skin, dark circles under his eyes, the white bandage wrapped around his head...but he was awake. Really awake. His chest rose and fell steady now, not that scary shallow way it had been doing for days. He turned his head slowly on the pillow, those dark eyes finding mine. For a second he just looked at me, like he was trying to put together a puzzle with half the pieces missing. Then the corner of his mouth twitched, the tiniest almost-smile I’d seen since the accident. “Hey,” he said, voice rough like he’d been swallowing gravel. “You’re still here.” “Where else would I be?” I answered, trying to sound light even though my throat felt tight. I wheeled the chair a little closer until the armrest bumped the side of his bed. “You keep trying to play hero and almost die on me. Somebod

Hannah's POV.I wheeled into the conference room on the executive floor and every head turned. The cast on my leg made a soft scraping sound against the floor as I moved the chair into place at the head of the long table. My hands felt clammy on the wheels, but I kept my face steady. No shaking. No looking down. I was done looking down.Twelve people sat around the table. Some I recognized from video calls. Others were new faces staring at me like I was a puzzle they couldn’t solve. The big screen on the wall showed Alexander in his hospital bed, propped up on pillows, watching everything. He gave me a small nod when our eyes met. That nod said more than words ever could. I’ve got you.I didn’t wait for anyone to speak first. “Good morning,” I said, voice clear enough to carry. “We’re here to talk about moving forward. Not yesterday. Not excuses. Results.” One of the older board members, a guy named Hargrove with a tight collar and red cheeks, leaned forward. “Ms. Vance, with resp

Daniel POVThe van rattled over another pothole and my head banged against the metal wall. My wrists hurt from the cuffs. The two guards sitting across from me looked half asleep, their guns resting loose across their knees. They didn’t even glance at me anymore. Just another piece of trash they had to move from one cage to another.I kept my mouth shut and my eyes down, but inside my head everything was on fire. Eleanor had promised me this. Her people. Her money. All I had to do was wait for the right moment and not fuck it up.The van slowed down as we reached the checkpoint. I heard the driver arguing with someone outside. Then the back doors flew open hard.“Routine inspection,” a new voice said.One of my guards stood up. The second he turned his back, everything exploded.A loud pop came from outside. The guard dropped like a sack of meat. The other one reached for his gun, but a man in a black mask was already inside the van, pressing a pistol right against his temple.“Keys,”