Chapter 2099
When Love Comes Late
The doctor answered, âWeâll need more tests to confirm, but right now, her head seems to be fine.
â
âWhen will she wake up?â Bennett asked.
The doctor looked up, his expression steady.
âItâs hard to say.
It depends on how she responds.
â
He then glanced at the sobbing woman on the floor, his tone firm.
âThe patient needs a quiet environment to heal.
Please keep it down while youâre here.
â
With a final, reassuring nod, the doctor turned and left.
After Stella was transferred to a VIP ward, Matthew strode toward it, Bennett trailing behind.
He suddenly halted and turned to confront Bennett.
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âI donât want you in there,â Matthew said coldly.
Bennettâs face fell, his disappointment evident.
âI have to see her.
Sheâs your wife, but-â
Matthew interrupted, his voice resolute.
âUntil Stella is ready to accept you into her life, sheâs only my wife.
Sheâs not involved with your family right now.
â
Matthew eased the door closed behind him.
Stella lay still in the bed, her face pale and marked with bruises.
Matthew stood by her side, his lips pressed tightly together, his face etched with deep regret.
If only he hadnât been away on that business trip, Joann wouldnât have had the chance to hurt Stella, and none of this pain would have happened.
He couldnât bear to think of how frightened she must have been, facing those dangers all alone.
He pulled up a chair, settled into it, and gently took Stellaâs hand in his.
Her palm was wrapped in a bandage, and the wounds on her arm were still visible despite the doctorâs efforts.
Matthewâs eyes were filled with concern as he held her hand tightly, trying to offer some comfort.
The ward was wrapped in silence, punctuated only by the steady drip of the IV.
After some time, Fernando gently tapped on the door and whispered, âMr.
Clark, Mr.
Pierce is here to see you.
â
Matthew carefully placed Stellaâs hand back on the bed, and then stood and walked out.
In the hallway, Nevilleâs eyes widened with surprise when he saw Matthew.
Matthew looked like he had just come through a storm.
Mud streaked his clothes and shoes.
His face was tired, and his eyes were red.