Chapter 589

Madeline:

The ambulance had arrived and taken Yuvonne with them.

I had to stay behind for the children because Lady Eugenia had gone back to her room, saying she was still drowsy from the pills she had taken, while Lord Jonah had not woken up.

I was getting my children ready while informing Byron to reach the hospital.

I was now realizing how important it was to have a friend.

Every time I needed Byron, he was there, no questions asked.

He had taken on this war as if it were his own.

“Mommy, where are we going?” Elara asked, tiredly rubbing her eyes.

I sniffled, wiping my tears with the back of my hand.

“To the hospital,” I replied.

I packed some things for the children and myself because I had no idea how long we would be staying.

I wanted to stay there because I wanted to go home not only with Baxter now, but with Yuvonne.

They have to be fine.

It’s not going to work like that.

I wouldn’t allow anything to happen to any of them.

“Why are we going to the hospital? Is daddy waking up?” Bodhi asked, jumping off the bed excitedly.

I turned to him and looked at him as my lips began to curl downward.

I did not want my children to see me cry or look miserable, but I couldn’t help it.

I was in immense pain.

“Mommy, whose blood is on the bed?” Elara mumbled, pointing at the blood-soaked bedsheets.

I didn’t look at them.

I just turned my head to the other side.

I did not want to speak.

I did not want to talk.

I just wanted to curl up somewhere and cry my heart out.

Seeing Yuvonne in that condition had left me deeply disturbed, and I could only imagine how she must have felt when she got shot.

They must have knocked her out immediately because it didn’t seem like there was any struggle or that she had even tried to move or pull the covers off her face.

I picked up my children and quickly settled them into the car.

I left one letter on the refrigerator door, explaining that we were going to the hospital and what had happened.

I knew that as soon as Lord Jonah woke up, he would call me first and ask where I

was.

I would explain everything to him then.

I also knew that the moment I reached the hospital, they would tell me that Yuvonne

was fine, that the bullet had only grazed her and she needed rest.

I would take care of her. I would help her heal.

Holding on to that thought, I drove toward the hospital.

But my heart was pounding violently.

Tears kept filling my eyes again and again as I thought of Yuvonne.

She had just been about to receive happiness.

Then another fear crept in.

Who did this?

Who had the audacity to enter our home, shoot Yuvonne, and walk away?

Then I looked at my children.

They were dozing off again and again, and my heart ached for them.

Thankfully the car was from

Yuvonne’s mansion, her own

with a driver as well so Carnet

wouldn’t have much trouble. .net>

I seated my children in the back with me.

Elara rested her head on my shoulder and fell asleep, while Bodhi, half-asleep, placed his head in my lap.

When we reached the hospital, I saw Byron standing outside.

He looked like he was about to make a call, and it was probably me, because the moment he saw me, he lowered his phone.

“Byron,” I said his name, carefully leaving my children lying in the backseat and placing a blanket over them.

As I rushed out of the car, he hurried toward me.

“How the heck did that happen? Are you okay?” Byron asked.

I watched him as he almost reached out to me before pulling his hand back, maybe realizing that any touch between us would be a little inappropriate.

“I’m fine. I wasn’t even at home. Yuvonne was in my place.”

As I spoke the words out loud, it began to hit me.

Even Byron was watching my face like he was thinking something.

“Byron, do you think they came for me?” I asked, my voice cracking.

Tears started to blur my vision.

“No, that can’t be. If they came specifically for you, they would have seen it wasn’t you,” he tried to explain.

But I began to shake my head.

“No, Byron, that’s the thing. The

blanket covered her face, and she was in my spot. They probably thought it was me. They came for me, and they attacked Yuvonne She

was in my place. It was supposed to.

be me.”

I started to break down, pointing at my chest.

It was going to be a huge burden on my soul if anything happened to her because of

me.

“How is her condition?” I asked, hoping for good news.

However, the way he pressed his lips tightly and forced a gulp down his throat, I

already knew something bad was coming.

“She’s in a very critical condition,” he whispered in a broken voice, causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand up.