Chapter 180

“Alston, I'll call an ambulance for you… you should go back,” Cecilia said, her voice barely holding steady. “Go back? Without bringing Gladys home? Do you think my father will let any hospital in Silvanburg operate if I fail?” Alston’s voice was sharp, and his eyes narrowed at Cecilia, suspicion evident. “You’re crying—don’t tell me you think I did this to save you?” he sneered. Cecilia was silent, her face pale. Alston’s cold laugh echoed in the car. “Cecilia, you are really something! Next time you want to die, come up with a new trick. Don’t always choose the times when I’m around to make a scene.” He patted his injured left arm. “My hands are insured for billions. Do you realize your thoughtless actions could bankrupt an entire insurance company?” Alston licked his lips, wondering why he had instinctively tried to protect Cecilia. He must have been worried about the consequences of returning with her corpse and facing his father’s wrath. The thought of dying with her was unaccepta