Chapter 943
Mrs. Jennings slumped down weakly on the floor. The police soon arrived.
Ten minutes later, Tyler hurried into the hall with Rachel in his arms. There were still traces of dried paint on Rachel’s face, and it hurt whenever she tried opening her eyes.
She knew Tyler was surely anxious and tried to comfort him despite her discomfort.
“I’m fine, don’t panic. It doesn’t hurt a lot, just maybe at the start.”
“Don’t talk. We’ll see after the doctor sees you,” Tyler cut her off, his voice shaking.
He was very careful to avoid touching Rachel’s eyes and only dared to gently hold her at the back of her neck.
Xavier hurried over to them the moment he received news and brought them into a consultation room. Rachel sat on a chair while Tyler stood right next to her, holding her hand tight. His jawline tensed as he watched the doctor clean Rachel’s eyes with saline solution.
“Doctor, are her eyes fine? She’s pregnant, too.”
“Don’t panic,” the doctor assured him while his hands continued moving. “The paint didn’t enter the eyes and only irritated the surrounding skin. I’ll clean it thoroughly before giving you some pregnancy–friendly cream for topical usage. As for the baby, you can do an ultrasound to hear its heartbeat and make sure everything is fine.”
The doctor soon arranged for an ultrasound scan for Rachel.
In the ultrasound room, the steady heartbeat of the fetus and the silhouette of the gestational sac finally put Tyler’s heart at ease.
He couldn’t help feeling bad that something like this happened to Rachel and their baby.
“I’m sorry. It was my fault for being careless.”
“This has nothing to do with you, so don’t blame yourself,” Rachel comforted him, her eyes still closed. Her voice was soft and reassuring, “I was the careless one. What’s more, Sunny and Ray did their best to protect me. Are they both fine?”
“I got the driver to send them to a vet to get checked. I think that woman accidentally scratched Sunny’s leg with her knife. I’ll go pick them up after we’re done here.”
Tyler bent over and planted a kiss on Rachel’s forehead.
“Get some rest and leave everything else to me.”
Just then, Yale called. “Mr. Hunt, Mr. Jennings knows about you withdrawing your investment. He’s rushing straight to the police station from the mall, probably to settle scores with his wife.”
Tyler’s eyes turned cold. “That’s exactly what I want. Watch him closely and report to me when everything is over.”
At the police station, Mr. Jennings rushed straight into the detention room where Mrs. Jennings was. The moment she saw him, she lunged toward the railing, crying out to him as though he was her final lifeline.
“Lawrence! Save me, please! Mr. Hunt called the police on me!”
Lawrence Jennings grabbed his wife’s collar, his face twisted with anger.
“Do you know that because of you, I lost my position as the general manager, which I toiled for over a decade? The mall’s investment supply has been cut off, and it’ll go bankrupt tomorrow! You’ve ruined my entire life!”
Mrs. Jennings almost lost her breath from the force he was throttling her with, but she still tried to explain herself. “I didn’t mean to do it! Rachel Lloyd was the culprit behind all these! If it weren’t for her, would Tyler Hunt have withdrawn his investment?”
“She’s the culprit? You’re the moron!”
Lawrence lifted a hand and slapped her hard, the sound resonating within the detention room.
“Who do you think Tyler Hunt is, that you would even dare touch his wife? You barged into their house with a knife and even poured paint on her! That was an attempted murder, for goodness‘ sake! I’m telling you, I’m divorcing you immediately!”
Mrs. Jennings was still in a daze from that hard slap. She only snapped back to realization after a few seconds.
She grabbed his hand and cried in desperation, “Divorce? No, we still have a child! You can’t abandon us!”