Chapter 710
Chapter 710:
That car accident that had killed her adoptive parents on that dark, winding mountain road… Could it somehow be connected to this half-dead man? The thought struck her like a lit match in a pitch-black room, sparking a sudden surge of hope.
Maybe—just maybe—he held the key to secrets buried for years.
“Sharon, we need to get him down the mountain. Now,” Stella said, her voice firm and leaving no room for argument.
Sharon opened her mouth to protest, but the look in Stella’s eyes made her swallow it back. Instead, she stepped in to help.
Together, they dragged the unconscious man off the chair, stumbling under his weight, and somehow got him into the back seat. By the time they were done, Sharon was breathless, sweat dampening her shirt.
“So, we’re taking him to the hospital, right?”
They had come up here hunting for clues, not to rescue some stranger.
“No hospital,” Stella said, her voice laced with a firm resolve she didn’t even know she had. “We don’t know who he is. And with injuries like that, the hospital’s just going to make a mess of things. Too many questions.” She locked eyes with Sharon, her gaze fierce. “Help me get him to my apartment. He can’t die. Not yet. He knows something—I can feel it.”
Sharon stared at her like she had grown a second head. Today, Stella had been full of wild decisions.
But… this one might not be entirely crazy.
Because seriously, what was this guy doing up here in the middle of the night? Still, she raised an eyebrow. “You do realize he’s bleeding out, right? And we’re not exactly trained medics. You know how to fix him up?”
Stella hesitated for just a breath. Then a few familiar faces flashed through her mind, and she squared her shoulders. “Just get him back first. I’ll figure the rest out.”
As they wound down the mountain road, raindrops started tapping against the windshield, soft but steady, casting a quiet gloom inside the car.
Sharon broke the silence. “Stella… you’re really just guessing here. What if he’s some psycho who came up here to dump a body, and we just happened to show—”
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“Up in the middle of it? You’re not even a little worried he might kill you in your sleep?”
Stella let out a soft laugh. “Sharon, you’ve got the wildest imagination.”
“I’m serious,” Sharon muttered, not amused. “It’s not like it’s impossible.”
Stella didn’t respond. She just pulled out her phone and called Rutherford. “Mr. Schoenberg, do you know any doctors who could come to my place right now?”
Rutherford was caught off guard. Stella asking for a doctor—especially at this hour—was the last thing he expected.
“Ms. Gilbert? Are you alright?”
She hesitated, biting her lip. “It’s complicated. A friend had an accident. We can’t take him to a hospital. I hate to trouble you, but if you know someone… I’ll call myself. I just need the number.”
She didn’t want to owe Rutherford more than she already did—especially after she had turned him down a few days ago.
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