When the doctor came to stabilize me, Adrian’s people let him through, no resistance.
After a rough dressing, the doctor’s face turned grim.
“You need surgery immediately.”
“Ms. Hayes, even if you never hold a gun again, we must ensure it doesn’t affect your daily life.”
“Any further delay and you could lose the hand!”
I said nothing and pushed myself toward the door.
I was stopped at the front entrance of my own mansion.
“Mr. Cole has given orders. Ms. Ward’s surgery isn’t finished.”
“Ma’am, you can’t leave yet.”
Through the carved door, I stared at the layers of men surrounding the estate—and fell silent.
Adrian truly lived up to his so-called “knight’s code” in the underworld.
To save Clara’s life, he would do anything—
even if it meant turning me into a cripple from this day on and handing over generations of the Hayes empire.
I gave a cold laugh and dialed Adrian in front of everyone.
“Adrian, I’m leaving. I’m getting treatment.”
Silence for a few seconds on the line. Then his voice went cold.
“Wait.”
“Clara’s still in emergency care—the bullet hasn’t been removed.”
“Coco, if I let you out now, do you think she’ll survive?”
Everyone in Newport City knew I paid back blood for blood.