Chapter 987

 987:
Now, Gorman twisted the knife further, doubling the sting of regret. Truthfully, Gorman made his point. Had Collin acted in time, all of this could have played out differently. Distance had been his enemy that day.
“That’s enough. What good does it do to argue about this now?” Linsey’s patience wore thin as she felt like a referee caught between stubborn rivals. “Maybe you should be regretting that neither of you figured out what Kylee and Haven were plotting in the first place.”
Her eyes flicked from Gorman to Collin as she teased, “Here we have the founder of CR Corporation and the only heir to the Green family—two men with so much influence—but neither of you could see through Kylee and Haven’s schemes. Missing the warning signs is bad enough, but now you’re both stuck in this senseless squabble. I can’t help but wonder where your legendary instincts disappeared to.”
When those words left Linsey’s mouth, Collin and Gorman fell silent at last.
Throughout that period, Collin sent his men to shadow Gorman, all the while keeping tabs on Haven in case she tried to reach out to him. Gorman, on the other hand, spent his days wrapped up in the whirlwind of wedding planning with Linsey.
The fake death scheme, hatched after Kylee’s attempt on his life, came to Gorman only after he woke up in the hospital.
To be fair, both men completely missed the signs of Haven and Kylee’s secret plan, which was an unfortunate lapse on their part.
Now, after Linsey’s pointed remarks, Collin and Gorman, clearly put on the spot by the woman they cared about, couldn’t bring themselves to say a word. Their tough exteriors barely masked their embarrassment. A grin threatened to break through as Linsey noticed how quiet they’d become. She said, “Just so you both know, I’ll be staying here to help Gorman recover. And Collin, you’ll be sticking around with me, too.”
The announcement wiped any hint of calm off both their faces.
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They snapped out together, “No way!”
Linsey glanced at Collin, who looked about ready to explode. “I won’t force you to stay and help if you’re busy, Collin. I can manage everything here myself.”
Gorman couldn’t hide his delight as he eagerly nodded. “I second that idea.”
“Not a chance!” Collin’s temper flared as he shot up from his seat. He grabbed Linsey’s hand, trying to pull her away. “You don’t have to do this yourself just because he helped you. I can pay for a whole team of professionals to look after him. He’ll get the best care possible.”
Standing up, Linsey held onto Collin’s hand instead of letting go. “But I already promised I would help. I can’t just go back on my word now.”
Disbelief washed over Collin’s face. “You’re actually serious about this?” It seemed impossible to him that Linsey would really handle Gorman’s care herself.
A firm nod from Linsey settled the matter. “I am.”
From his spot on the hospital bed, Gorman watched the argument unfold, amusement lighting up his eyes. He couldn’t resist stirring the pot. “If you’re so busy, Collin, you’re free to leave. I can call a car for you.”
Had he realized how effective this trick would be, he might have played it much sooner just to get under Collin’s skin.
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