Chapter 199

“Much better,” Yvette murmured, leaning against the headboard, a weak smile gracing her pale face.

“That’s good. Howard will be here soon. Have some water first.” Josiah lifted the cup from the bedside table and held it to her lips. The straw allowed Yvette to drink without lifting a hand, simply opening her mouth.

A knock sounded. Sienna entered, gently tapping twice. “Sorry to disturb you.” Josiah remained seated, silent.

Yvette’s eyebrows lifted slightly, a smile forming as she waved at Sienna. “You’re here…” She glanced at Josiah, subtly signaling him to move. “Make room for…”

Josiah raised an eyebrow, rose, stepped aside, and pocketed his hands without speaking.

“No, thanks,” Sienna said, her gaze fixed on Yvette. “There’s something I want to discuss with you alone.” Her words clearly suggested Josiah should leave.

A jolt ran through Yvette. She had a feeling about Sienna’s intentions. “Josiah, could you please step out for a moment?”

“I’m afraid I can’t,” Josiah replied reluctantly. “I promised Howard I wouldn’t leave your side until he arrives.”

Sienna, worried he suspected foul play, offered a cold, silent laugh. “Don’t worry, Mr. Flynn, the room is monitored. If I lay a finger on her, feel free to call the police.”

Josiah froze, inwardly questioning if he should report her. He felt a surge of anger, fueled by his own unspoken resentments. He snapped, “Wait until you’ve hurt her to call the police! The law can deal with you. But the pain she’d endure, you can’t take that back!”

Sienna was speechless, her expression frozen. She sensed his unconcealed concern for Yvette. Unable to dissuade him, she turned to Yvette, hinting, “What should we do now?”

Yvette intervened, adopting a placating tone. “Hold on, Josiah, don’t act like that. I’ll be okay. Sienna and I are just going to chat. Could you step out for a minute, please?”

Josiah frowned, guessing Sienna’s visit concerned Rosie. He decided to wait. “Alright, I’m heading out.” He glanced at his watch; Howard should arrive soon. Before leaving, he instructed Zach, “Keep an eye on things. If there’s any commotion inside, rush in immediately.”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Flynn,” Zach replied.

The hospital room fell silent. Sienna reflected on the power of Josiah’s words, contrasting them with her own ineffective attempts. She addressed Yvette directly, “You know what I’m here to talk about, right?” Yvette gulped nervously. Sienna continued, “You know exactly how you fell. Getting hurt was an accident. You started this trouble.”

“What do you want?” Yvette’s unease grew; the pain of that moment was still vivid. She hadn’t anticipated Janet’s report to the police.

“It’s simple,” Sienna said, her gaze serious and determined. “There’s a video on Rosie’s phone showing you tripping me. I want you to drop the charges. I want to get out of this unharmed.”

Yvette nodded almost instantly, realizing the potential damage to her reputation if the video surfaced online. In her internet-driven profession, scandals were disastrous. Even with the Flynn family's support, a damaged public image could blacklist her.

She silently clenched her fist, her palm sweating. “But you have to give me Rosie’s phone. I want it destroyed!”

Sienna nodded. “Alright, it’s a deal. Rosie’s phone was taken by the police. When she gets out, I’ll make sure to hand it to you.”

Yvette felt no need to worry about Sienna's promise. If Sienna reneged, Yvette still held leverage. Both possessed power in this situation.

Meanwhile, Howard had arrived but hadn't informed Josiah. Instead of going directly to the ward, he consulted the doctor about Yvette's condition.

“It looked quite serious when she was brought in, all bloodied and battered, but it’s mostly skin wounds. The bones are okay, just a minor fracture, no surgery needed,” the doctor explained.

Howard breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” the doctor continued, “However, Mr. Flynn, the reason she passed out from the pain is partly due to her physical condition. Ever since the miscarriage, she hasn’t recovered completely.”

The doctor, mindful of the Flynn family’s status, added, “Mr. Flynn, if you plan to have children in the future, she’ll need proper care to recover.”

Howard’s brow twitched, his face betraying no emotion. He simply nodded. “Thanks for the heads-up.”

“You’re welcome. Take care, Mr. Flynn,” the doctor said.

Howard wheeled away, internally reeling from the news of Yvette's miscarriage. A deep shadow fell over his expression.

Josiah hurried to meet him. “You’re here? I went to the entrance but didn’t find you.”

“Just checking with the doctor about Yvette’s situation,” Howard replied.

“Don’t worry, Yvette’s condition isn’t too serious. I’ll take you to her,” Josiah said.

By the time they reached the room, Sienna had left.

Yvette’s eyes filled with tears at the sight of Howard. He took her hand. “Yvette, you’ve been through a lot, but don’t worry, I’ve already instructed Josiah. The person who hurt you won’t get away with it.”

“Yes,” Josiah confirmed.

“Let me see, where are you hurt? Does it hurt a lot?” Howard asked gently.

“I feel so sore,” Yvette replied.

Josiah quietly slipped out, closing the door gently. Checking his phone, he mused that Sienna's encounter with Yvette had likely been unsuccessful. Regardless, he anticipated Sienna's return for Rosie's sake.

Early the next morning, Zach brought good news. “Mr. Flynn, we’ve got word from the police station that Ms. Young has withdrawn her complaint, and Rosie has been released!”