Chapter 599: Unable to Offer Any Reassurances

“Doctor! Doctor!” Tina cried out in panic, rushing from the room and dragging the attending physician along with several nurses. She stood just outside the door, her eyes locked on the frantic efforts to stabilize Jonah’s condition through the glass window.

An hour passed before Jonah’s condition was finally stabilized. When the doctor emerged, he looked drained and weary. His voice was soft as he spoke. “I’m so sorry. We did everything we could. But if this happens again, we can’t guarantee we’ll be able to save him.” He paused, his gaze filled with sympathy. “And I regret to inform you that his wolf will never wake up again.”

“That’s impossible! My son was fine! How could he be in critical condition now?” Tina grabbed the doctor’s arm, her voice trembling with hysteria. “Please, you have to save him! He’s only twenty! He’s still just a kid! He can’t die!”

The doctor could only sigh, unable to offer any reassurances. After hours of tears, Tina seemed to run out of them. Her face grew still, and her mind turned to the warning Hayley had given her at the club. “The day the Southwell Group crumbles will be the day Jonah dies.” Although the Southwells hadn’t officially crumbled, it was as close as it could be. Now, Jonah was in critical condition at the same time.

Tina’s thoughts turned dark. It had to be Hayley—Hayley was behind this! With that realization, Tina wiped away the last of her tears, standing up with newfound determination. She left the hospital in a rush.

She spent a small fortune tracking down Hayley’s location, and after an hour, she finally discovered where she was: The Shining Club—the same place Steven had promised they could use for the press conference. A sense of dread gripped her chest, but for Jonah’s sake, she swallowed her fear and walked inside. Without thinking twice, she headed straight for the VIP section.

As she entered the room, she saw Steven lounging comfortably in a chair. Benjamin and Hayley sat beside him, their familiar expressions showing they had known each other for some time.

Hayley’s POV:

I wasn’t surprised to see Tina. Hera, sensing Tina’s presence, grew uneasy. I focused on calming her and turned my attention to Tina. She shot me a hateful glare before turning to Steven with a much more respectful tone.

“Mr. Lowe… I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” she said, her voice softer than before.

Steven feigned ignorance, looking confused. “Oh? Really? I had no idea. What’s going on, Ms. Ortega? Why the rush to find me?”

Tina’s face flushed with anger, but she bit her tongue, not daring to raise her voice. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of justice. The Ortegas had fallen apart, and Steven, as their investor, definitely knew it. He was pretending not to, though—clearly doing so on purpose.

But what could she do now? The Ortegas were done for, and Tina had lost her boldness, not daring to act with arrogance in front of Steven.

“Nothing… Never mind,” Tina muttered, clearly frustrated.

“Well, that’s a relief,” Steven said cheerfully, not bothered at all by the situation.

Having gotten nowhere with Steven, Tina turned to face me. “Hayley, come with me to the hospital and save my son. You’re the one who’s going to kill him!” Tina barked at me, still using her usual commanding tone when addressing me as an “Omega.”

I stood my ground, unmoved. “Do you have any proof of that?”

“Of course! There are plenty of people who saw it! It was you who touched him, and now this is happening! Don’t try to deny it!” Tina shouted, her voice breaking with anger.

“One touch, and he’s about to die? Sounds like your son’s so fragile that just a touch could destroy him,” I replied, my tone sharp and sarcastic.

Tina fell silent for a moment, and to my surprise, she didn’t continue the argument. With red, swollen eyes, she suddenly choked on her words, pleading desperately, “Please, Hayley, I beg you. Save my son… He’s so young! He can’t die like this. I’ll do anything, whatever it costs, just please save him!”

I glared at her coldly, my voice full of disdain. “The Ortegas are bankrupt. You’re nothing now. What right do you have to make demands of me?!”