Chapter 528 Kyla’s Condition

The nurse spoke. “Everyone, please don’t panic. Her life isn’t in danger, but the falling debris cut across her face. We’ve done emergency treatment and repair, but the healing will take a long time. She’ll need steady care, and you all need to be ready for that.”

She kept her tone soft, careful not to offend. She knew these people carried weight and money, and she didn’t dare be too blunt.

Russell and his sons didn’t need any further explanation. They were smart enough to figure out the unspoken conclusion.

Kyla’s face was ruined.

“The patient just came out of surgery,” the nurse continued. “She’s sedated and still unconscious. She’s in room 805 on this floor. Who wants to see her? I can take you there.”

Russell fell silent and looked at his sons.

There was a time when Dominic or one of the others would have spoken up, ready to sit with Kyla, ready to look after her.

Now, not a single one of them moved.

Every head dropped. Every thought stayed fixed on Blair and her surgery.

So silence filled the air.

Russell finally spoke. “Hire the best nurses. Give her the best care money can buy. I don’t care what it costs.”

“Alright.”

The nurse nodded quickly. She didn’t question it.

The Jensons were rich.

That was all she needed to know.

If she did this well, it might even earn her favor with them.

And that could be useful someday.

While Russell and the others settled the matter and prepared to wait for Blair’s surgery, a furious voice tore through the hall.

“How could this happen? You worthless fools! What do you even get paid for? My mom can’t just die like this! You’re going to bring her back! I don’t care how much it costs! If you don’t, I’ll make every one of you pay. I’ll see this whole hospital shut down!”

The voice was wild with rage, ragged with grief, breaking apart with pain.

Russell and his sons froze.

The sound cut deep into them.

It was Preston.

And then the memory hit.

Blair had gone out with Daphne and Rebecca.

They must have been caught in the disaster too.

Russell’s face tightened. He spoke in a low voice. “Dominic, go see what’s happening.”

“Got it…”

Dominic wanted to stay by Blair, but he was the eldest. He couldn’t refuse his father. He turned and walked away.

As he neared the corner, he caught sight of a shadow slipping out of view.

It looked familiar.

His chest tightened, and he quickened his steps.

But when he reached the spot, it was empty.

Only a dead end, filled with mops and cleaning supplies.

“Did I imagine that? Why would Tilda be here?”

He shook his head. He thought he was seeing things.

Tilda had to be with her loved ones, probably sitting down to dinner by now.

There was a time when he would have believed she caused Blair’s accident.

But she had saved both him and Blair. That meant this wasn’t her doing.

If Tilda had come, it would only be because she’d heard about Blair’s accident and couldn’t stop herself from showing a flicker of daughterly concern.

Damn it.

What was he even thinking?

Dominic, stop embarrassing yourself. Tilda has been hurt enough, all because of our blind mistakes. She despises us.

He forced the thoughts away and went to find Preston.

But in the shadows, Tilda watched everything.

“Dominic is here? Why would he come to this hospital? He must have come to see Daphne’s body.”

Her brow furrowed.

It didn’t matter. She had already confirmed Daphne was dead.

Her goal was met.

Still, the Jensons showing up here…

She decided to stay, to see what they were after.

She didn’t know Blair and Kyla had been dragged into it too.

Dominic was already at Daphne’s room.

His eyes landed on the white sheet pulled over her body. Preston sat crumpled by the bed, his face swollen from crying, streaked with tears and snot.

Dominic opened his mouth. Words stumbled, but he forced them out. “Preston… Daphne… she’s gone…”

The sound of his voice made Preston’s head jerk up. He saw Dominic and broke apart completely.

Tears flooded from his swollen eyes as he collapsed into Dominic’s arms.

“Dominic, my mom’s dead!”

“Preston…”

The dread that had been building inside Dominic weighed down his chest.

He looked at the body under the sheet, at the doctors who could only stand helpless, and let out a heavy breath.

He held Preston close and allowed him to cry.

Blair might be left disabled, but she was alive.

As long as she lived, there was hope.

But Daphne was gone.