“Larissa, if you take him away today, we’ll get divorced!” I heard myself say.
We had argued before. Sometimes, it would be serious and sometimes not. When I said that, Larissa would usually stay. But she helped Richard down the stairs without a second thought this time.
The bodyguards around me panicked, looking at the blood on the floor and afraid to touch me.
I spat out a mouthful of blood and, with my last strength, whispered, “Take me to the hospital.”
When I woke, my nose smelled of disinfectant. The doctor stood over me, his face full of regret.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Russell. Your injuries are serious. The chance of full recovery is small.”
His words hit me like a cold wave. For a long moment, I could not react. Then, I nodded slowly.
“Where’s Larissa?”
The doctor froze. This hospital was owned in half by Larissa, while I owned the rest of it. She had always said she wanted to keep me safe.
“Miss Hamilton is upstairs, with-”
He then stopped. Only then did I learn that Richard had been admitted to the same hospital. Even when there was nothing wrong, he always found reasons to bother Larissa.
“Sir, I should have told you earlier … but Miss Hamilton would not allow it.”