Chapter 170

Hudson Yards. Wyatt's face was pale as he sat in the doorway, watching the flurry of activity surrounding Eva's transfer to the ambulance. The noise appeared to be quite far away. Was he depressed? No, not quite. He was slightly taken aback. Wyatt was taken aback when Eva declared her hatred for Ivy to want to murder her. What Wyatt had overlooked previously had allowed that hatred to grow out of control. Ken completed his arrangements and turned to see Wyatt in his wheelchair. His face was dark, sullen, and icy. Even if Wyatt sustained an injury, the chill and fierceness that surrounded him did not abate. Ken pursed his lips and approached with apprehension and concern. "Do not be alarmed, President. According to the doctor, she lost too much blood. But her life is not in grave danger." Wyatt remained silent, but his dark eyes grew darker. Ken was unable to see into their depths. Wyatt slammed the wheelchair's armrest shut and spoke in a deep, cold tone. "Send the nanny