Chapter 773
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Leif had already begun enjoying the fine wine Ellie had brought, having eagerly uncorked a bottle for himself.
Tori settled herself comfortably, then leaned toward Ellie. “You were right not to marry Mr. Russell. Did you hear about that awful car accident? He nearly died.”
Ellie’s expression shifted in an instant. Though her romantic feelings for Jayceon had long faded, their years together and their shared child tethered her to him. News of his accident sparked a flicker of worry in her chest.
“What happened?” Ellie asked, her voice laced with concern. “He’s always got bodyguards with him. How could something bad happen to him?”
Tori shook her head. “Who knows? I’m not sure about the details. I visited him once after hearing about the car crash. After all, let’s be real—he got us a house, a car, and cash. We can’t just turn our backs. You wouldn’t believe how rough he looked. He was in the intensive care unit, wrapped in bandages, with tubes everywhere. He was in a coma for several days. The doctor said he hit his head—nearly didn’t make it.”
Ellie’s brow furrowed as she gripped Tori’s arm. “And now? How’s he doing now?”
Tori shot her daughter an exasperated look. “Look at you, so worried about him. Don’t forget you’re married to someone else now. If you’re this hung up on your ex, Thiago might not take it well.”
“I get it; I just want to know if he’s okay. Tell me already.” Ellie glanced at Patrick, who hadn’t breathed a word about this to her since she had been back.
Tori sighed. “He’s awake and out of danger now. I heard they used some fancy drug; it cost a fortune. One pill could buy a house. Rich folks can buy their way out of anything, even death. If it were us, we would be done for.”
Ellie let out a sigh of relief. “Good, as long as he’s alright.”
Tori stood up. “I’m off to grab groceries and whip up some food for you.”
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Patrick’s face fell. Tori’s cooking skills were bad, and she always made the same dishes when he visited her.
He opened his mouth to protest when Ellie interjected, “Did you go see your dad while I was away?”
Patrick nodded. “Yeah, twice. He could barely talk and looked really pitiful. I even helped feed him.”
Ellie tapped his forehead. “Something this major happened, and you didn’t even tell me? Come on, we’re going to see him now.”
“Great! I don’t have to eat the food Grandma cooks now,” Patrick said.
Ellie grabbed her son’s hand and headed for the door. “Mom, don’t worry about cooking. We’re leaving,” she said to Tori.
As Ellie and Patrick descended the stairs, Ellie dialed Brenna. “Can you come with me to visit Jayceon?”
Brenna, having just bid farewell to Thiago and preparing for a client appointment, hesitated. She was busy now, but Ellie seldom reached out for help; she didn’t want to refuse her.
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