And besides, he had just gone out of his way to help her. This was the least she could do.

“Hadley!” Chelsey’s voice called from the doorway as she poked her head inside. “Can I come in?” Tamara must have sent her over.

“Yes, hurry!” Hadley waved her in. “Come help me support him.”

“Okay! Coming!”

With one woman on each side, they helped Zane out of the room.

They took the elevator down to the ground floor.

Tamara was already waiting in the car, and Chelsey ran ahead to open the car door.

“Alright… take it slow.” Hadley stayed close beside him, guiding him step by step as they moved forward. “Are your legs shaky? Do you feel unsteady? Watch your step.”

“Yeah,” Zane murmured. His legs were barely holding him up, and he finally gave up the tough act, leaning more heavily against Hadley’s shoulder for support.

He followed her lead and slowly got into the car.

“Let’s go. Drive quickly,” Hadley urged.

“Alright.”

“Hang in there. We’ll be at the hospital soon.”

“Okay.”

The car pulled away.

Not far from the hotel entrance, Eric sat in a Bentley, parked along a side road. His eyes locked on the direction the car had just gone. His handsome face was completely devoid of emotion.

Inside the car sat the driver and Phillips. Yet the silence was suffocating. Neither of them dared to speak or even breathe too loudly.

After a long stretch of silence, Eric let out a low, cold scoff. Then, he suddenly kicked the car door hard, making the entire vehicle shudder.

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He paused, then muttered, “Drive.”

“Yes, sir.”

The driver obeyed without hesitation.

As for where they were headed? No one dared to ask.

Was there even a need to?

Eric had come here for a reason. He had come to see someone.

When they reached the hospital, the doctor examined Zane and quickly gave his diagnosis.

“He’s dealing with typical traveler’s diarrhea, made worse by too much alcohol and food. Dehydration has set in, so an IV is necessary.”

“I appreciate it, doctor. Thank you for being so helpful.”

With the prescription in hand, Hadley passed it to Chelsey so she could settle the charges at the counter.

Hadley guided Zane to the infusion center without wasting time, where the nurse began setting up his IV.

As the fluids slowly did their work, color started to return to Zane’s cheeks. Leaning into the comfort of the chair, Zane glanced at Hadley and said,

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