Chapter 699
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Brenna and Tommy had no choice but to wait.
Brenna scanned the burn unit’s two offices, finding them deserted—no doctors in sight. Irritated, she muttered, “Who is this important figure? They got hit with acid, and every doctor had to drop everything to care for them?”
Shirie Hospital was overcrowded, its corridors a chaotic blur of hurried footsteps. Yet no burn specialists were available, leaving patients waiting in frustration.
With a huff, Brenna told Tommy to sit and wait while she headed to the nurses’ station to find out what was going on. At the station, only one nurse remained; the other had just left to accompany a patient’s relative to a ward.
“Excuse me,” Brenna said, her tone cool. “Is there really no one covering the burn unit?”
The nurse glanced up, momentarily taken aback by Brenna’s beauty. “There were doctors here ten minutes ago, but they rushed to the ER when a patient’s family member got splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid. Are you here for a visit or an emergency?”
“My friend was also splashed with sulfuric acid and has a minor burn. I need to know where he can be treated.”
The nurse, surprised, muttered, “Two acid attacks in one night? That’s strange.”
She leaned forward, scanning the hallway. “Where’s the patient?”
Brenna led the nurse to Tommy, who peeled off his shirt to reveal a raw, reddened burn on his shoulder—worse than before.
The nurse exhaled in relief. “It looks painful, but it’s not as bad as getting splashed in the face.”
Curious, Brenna asked, “Who got splashed in the face?”
The nurse clicked her tongue, her face heavy with sympathy. “I heard it was Ethan Mitchell, the Mitchell Group’s CEO.”
Brenna froze, feeling like she’d misheard. Ethan? How could it be him?
𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙩: 𝙜ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒𝙘𝙤𝙢
“Who did you say?” she asked.
“Ethan Mitchell. He was visiting a friend when someone ambushed him with sulfuric acid as he left the hospital room,” the nurse said gravely.
“No clue who he crossed for this to happen…”
Tommy, equally shocked, urged Brenna, “Go check on him. I’ll be fine.” Though she trusted the nurse, Brenna needed confirmation. “Are you sure it was Ethan Mitchell, the CEO of the Mitchell Group, who got splashed with acid?”
The nurse nodded firmly. “Yeah. The whole hospital’s buzzing about it. He’s in the ER now, with burn specialists and ophthalmologists attending to him.”
Brenna bolted toward the ER immediately.
Her heart was in turmoil. She had no idea how badly Ethan was injured. Would his impossibly handsome face be ruined forever? She didn’t think she cared that deeply for him, so why was her heart racing with dread like this?
Brenna tried to steady her breathing and compose herself, but her legs moved on autopilot, rushing her forward in a frenzy.
She had narrowly escaped an acid attack herself earlier. Could the assailant who targeted Ethan be connected to the one who targeted her?
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