“Brother-in-law, don’t be angry. I’ll talk to Emily. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she gets home on time tonight.”
Hearing that, I hung up without a word. Make sure she gets home on time? Whatever. I didn’t care anymore.
In the fifth hour of Mom’s surgery, Emily’s number showed up again.
“Brother-in-law, something’s wrong! Emily was in a car accident. Come quickly!”
My heart clenched, and I stood up before catching myself. I forced my voice to stay calm.
“If she’s in an accident, call the police and the insurance company.”
“Brother-in-law, she’s bleeding a lot! She keeps calling your name!”
Hearing that made my chest ache. No matter what had happened, my feelings for Emily weren’t something I could just erase.
I looked at the light above the operating room that was still on and called Lauren.
“Come stay at the hospital for me for a bit. I’ll be back soon.”
“Yes, President Anderson.”
After hanging up, I grabbed my car keys and rushed to the bar.
When I arrived, I saw Emily leaning against Grant, her face flushed as she laughed with his drunk friends.
I froze, then it hit me: she had lied to me, right when my mother was still in surgery. A cold feeling ran through me, followed by a wave of anger.