Chapter 747

Chapter 747:
Milton had shielded Candice, risking his own life.
The revelation hit Greyson like a bolt from the blue. He had always dismissed Milton as a frivolous player who would discard Candice when the fun was over. He hadn’t anticipated Milton’s profound love for Candice. Suddenly, an oversight from earlier dawned on him, catching him off guard.
Since Milton was unconscious, the individual who had navigated the vehicle to the hospital had to be Candice!
Greyson recalled Candice’s aversion to driving. She suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder and recoiled from steering wheels.
How on earth did she manage? How did she conquer her post-traumatic stress disorder in a life-or-death scenario and steer the vehicle to the hospital, ensuring Milton’s timely medical attention?
How did she make it?
It seemed she had performed this feat for Milton’s sake. Had Milton now become the exclusive occupant of her heart, entirely replacing Greyson? Did she genuinely sever all connections with him?
A feeling of unease gripped Greyson, leaving him flustered and desperate. Candice and Milton seemed to be on an accelerating path of closeness, while Greyson felt increasingly isolated. How could he make it up?
Meanwhile, outside the emergency room, Candice navigated her way through the door, moving toward Milton’s side once the officers had departed. She settled herself beside his bed.
Milton was still steeped in unconsciousness. The bedside ECG monitor depicted a regular, unwavering rhythm of his heartbeat and blood pressure. Blood loss had sapped his vibrancy, rendering his alluring face and exquisite lips noticeably pallid. His forehead bore the marks of bruises, carefully wrapped in layers of gauze, and a faint trickle of blood escaped, leaving a visible trail. His neck was held by a nearly imperceptible supportive brace, and his right arm was immobilized and suspended mid-air by a supporting device.
Candice leaned in, carefully cradling his left hand. His hand emanated a comforting warmth, providing her with a sense of solace and reassurance. Who could resist being stirred by the realization that Milton had braved potential death for her sake?
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Gently, Candice bestowed a kiss upon the back of his hand, let loose a muffled sob, and rested her cheek against it. A lone tear escaped the corner of her eye, rolling down, soon forming a damp patch on Milton’s wrist.
Milton, a man known for his nobility, his haughtiness, his might in his professional domain, now lay frail and feeble on the hospital bed. Candice was at the heart of it all. She was the catalyst of his current state. Uncertainty gripped her about the timing of his return to consciousness. Soft sobs escaped Candice, her slender form rhythmically rising and falling with her emotions.
“I’m still alive. Why are you shedding tears?”
An unexpected, low voice intruded upon her sobbing.
Taken aback, Candice reflexively dabbed at her tear-streaked face, her gaze darting toward Milton with a surge of joy. “You are awake.”
“Indeed. Not exactly pleasant, waking up to your tears. Rest assured, it’s nothing I can’t handle. I won’t die,” Milton expressed, a hint of discontent evident in his tone. His first sight upon awakening should have been her beaming face.
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