บททั้งหมดของ A Deal With Mr. CEO: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

The rhythmic beep of the equipment behind the doors was making me tensed. I ran a hand through my hair. I couldn't just stand here and wait like a bystander. Every second that passed felt unbearable. I knew some of the top medical minds and board directors at this hospital. I needed to pull every string to ensure that she got the absolute best care available. Turning away, I walked briskly away from the trauma corridor. I pushed through the main sliding glass doors and went back outside heading straight toward where my car left. When I got to the vehicle, the back door was even still open. I jammed it shut and walked to the driver’s side door and opened it. I picked up my phone from where it was laying on the center console. My fingers instantly smudged the glass screen with the faint residue of her dried blood. I slammed the car door shut, pressed the key fob to lock it and walked back into the hospital, already scrolling through my contacts. I was scrolling past name

Doctor Ryan adjusted the medical papers in his hands before looking back at me. "Mr. Langford, there are a few things you should expect when she wakes up." he added. My entire body tensed. "What are they?" I asked immediately. "When she does wake up, she's not going to feel perfectly fine." he continued, "she'll likely be disoriented. She may not immediately know where she is." He continued. "She'll probably experience a significant headache, dizziness, sensitivity to light, nausea, fatigue, confusion and memory gaps around the incident." The list made my jaw tighten. "But will she be okay?" I asked. "Everything we've seen so far suggests she will." Before I could respond, movement caught my attention and the ER doors swung open. They were wheeling Amelia out. I immediately walked toward her. Her clothes were replaced with a pale hospital gown and a thick and clean bandage was wrapped securely around the back of her head. She still hadn't opened her eyes. My hand

AMELIA I looked at Doctor Ryan for a moment before speaking again. "Why do I feel so tired?" Even asking the questions felt exhausting. My eyelids felt heavy and my body felt heavier. He offered me a reassuring smile. "That's completely expected, Amelia. Your brain has been through a trauma and right now, your body is trying to heal." I swallowed and let out a small breath. "So... it's okay if I sleep?" "Yes," he said immediately. The answer seemed to surprise Adrian because he straightened beside me. "Are you sure?" he asked, with obvious concern in his tone. "She's really okay to sleep?" The doctor nodded calmly. "Absolutely. There's an old misconception that people with concussions should not sleep, but that's not the case. She's awake, she's answering questions appropriately, she knows who she is, where she is and she's responding well neurologically." Then he glanced down at me. "We simply need to continue monitoring her. The nursing staff will be checking

Claire was sitting beside Amelia's bed, looking completely shaken. Her hands were gripped tightly around her daughter’s fingers and her eyes had that redness that had been there since she first arrived. When I had call her to inform her, she had totally panicked through the phone, which was an expected reaction for a mother finding out her only child had been attacked and hospitalized. The moment she arrived at the hospital and saw the bandage around Amelia's head, the fear in her eyes only got worse. She had asked what happened and who did that to her daughter, her voice cracking with desperate need for answers that I simply couldn't give her yet. Instead of giving her the details, I just assured her that the person would be caught. I had given her my word and I meant it with every fiber of my being. She remained seated beside the bed while Amelia rested against the raised pillows. I stepped away from the window and went to Amelia, standing over her mattress. I leaned down

"Wait... Wait!" the he shrieked, still wheezing. "It was Damon! Ryker Damon!" Beside me, Caden shifted his weight at the mention of the name. I stood there, staring down at the pathetic man in the chair as it took a little while before the pieces of the puzzle slowly came together in my mind. Ryker Damon... That is the son of my father’s former COO. The son of the man who attempted the coup against my father years ago. Eventually I slowly straightened and took a step backward. My breathing was finally beginning to steady. The rage hadn't disappeared. Not even close but now it had a direction. It had a name. I looked over to Caden. "Keep him here." "That won't be a problem." "I'm going back to the hospital to check on Amelia and I would be right back here." He nodded. "But how is she now?" he asked. "She's awake," I replied. "And she's going to be fine." He let out a short breath. "That's good." "Thank you, Caden," I said, acknowledging everything he had done to