Chapter 107
Valerian looked at Lisette as if she were a stranger. He gently pushed her away, offering a strained smile. “Callie might’ve gotten hurt. I’m heading to the hospital to check on her. You should head home.”
“What happened to her? I want to go to the hospital, too!” Lisette exclaimed, worry etched on her face.
“Be good. It’s getting late, and you should go home,” Valerian insisted, entrusting Lisette to a friend before driving to the hospital.
Nigel got rushed there after the accident. The doctors performed a thorough examination. Despite being unconscious, he was mostly okay, save for a minor fracture. If it weren’t for Calliope’s timely intervention, he might not have made it.
Calliope had sustained burns on her hands and some shrapnel injuries on her back, which the doctors quickly treated. Once she got patched up, she headed to Nigel’s private room.
Wade, Nigel’s assistant, was by his boss’s bedside. When he saw Calliope enter, he quickly turned to her.
“Ms. Jewell, I heard you saved my boss. I got a video from a friend. Thank you so much for risking your life for him.”
“Just doing what anyone would,” Calliope replied nonchalantly. “How’s Mr. Howell?”
“Just a minor fracture, thanks to you. He didn’t even get burned. You protected him during the explosion, so he’s doing well,” Wade said with gratitude.
“That’s a relief,” Calliope sighed, thinking back to a previous life where she had saved Nigel, but Lisette had taken the credit.
It was almost laughable how similar the situations were, except for her outfit. Back then, she and Lisette often dressed alike since Lisette loved mimicking her style, leading to misunderstandings.
After saving Nigel, Calliope had left the scene, and Lisette took her place in the ambulance. Smoke and chaos had obscured the video footage, and their similar attire and build led everyone to think Lisette was the heroine. The mistake had turned Lisette into Nigel’s protégé, significantly impacting Calliope’s life.
But this time, Calliope was determined not to let history repeat itself. She had saved Nigel and wouldn’t let Lisette steal her thunder.
“Callie, are you alright?” Portia burst into the room, her eyes reddening at the sight of Calliope’s bandaged hand.
“Any other injuries?” she asked, concern lacing her voice.
“Just a few scratches on my back, nothing serious,” Calliope reassured her with a smile. “I’m fine.”
“I was scared to death during the explosion,” Portia admitted, turning to Wade with a pointed glare. “Callie got hurt saving your boss. Ensure you remember that!”
Portia was well aware of how the Jewell family had once mistaken the identity of the real savior, and she was determined to ensure that mistake wasn’t repeated.