Chapter 506

Chapter 506:

Elsewhere, Hadley slipped her phone into her pocket and continued on her way.

Toward Mayfield Road, just as she rounded the corner, a vehicle emerged quietly from behind. With her heart leaping into her throat, she tried to step aside. Though she narrowly dodged the car, her shoes slid helplessly across the snowy ground, sending her crashing down onto the cold pavement.

“Ah!”

At that moment, the car behind made a quick stop.

“What’s going on?” Denver, awakened by the sudden halt, peered out from the back seat.

“It wasn’t us, sir—someone just slipped on the road!”

The person lying in the snow… Denver recognized her immediately. How could he not?

It was Hadley—of course, it was Hadley.

His heart raced as he opened the door, stepping hurriedly onto the icy road, his movements unsteady.

“Mr. Moran!” the anxious driver called out behind him. “Your cane—you forgot it!”

Denver’s injury from the accident in Blathe hadn’t fully healed, so he still needed to use a cane for a while longer.

“There’s no need!”

At that instant, Denver’s attention was solely on Hadley; everything else faded into the background. His vision narrowed to her alone, regardless of any personal cost.

At the same time, Hadley had fallen hard, striking her head against a nearby lamppost.

“Ugh.”

A groan was all she managed before she lost consciousness and collapsed.

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“Hadley!”

In the snowy street, Denver knelt, cradling Hadley in his arms, and gently tapped her face.

Panic set his heart racing, and his breathing quickened.

“Hadley, please open your eyes! Don’t scare me like this! It’s Denver…”

“Can you hear me?”

There she lay, still and silent in his arms.

“Hadley, please!”

In desperation, Denver scooped her up. As he rose, his injured leg groaned under the strain.

“Mr. Moran!” the driver exclaimed in concern. “Allow me to assist; your leg isn’t strong.”

“Just get to the car!”

Denver was adamant, unwilling to hand Hadley over to any other man. His leg be damned—he couldn’t let her go.

Watching helplessly, the driver observed Denver’s struggle as he managed to get Hadley into the vehicle.

“Take us to the nearest hospital, now!”

“Right away, Mr. Moran.”

Denver carefully looked at the figure in his arms, afraid to hold her too loosely and let her slip or too tightly and cause more harm.

Hadley regained consciousness quickly, stirring before they could even get to the hospital.

Rubbing her forehead and squinting, she murmured, “Uh… What…?”

“Hadley?” Denver’s voice trembled, laden with worry.

“Huh?” Confusion clouded Hadley’s expression. “Denver?”

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