Chapter 212

Chapter 212 That’s Enough

As the night grew darker, the rain persisted without any sign of relenting. Chloe stood in the biting wind

for two hours, her delicate face growing ever paler from the cold. She knew now that getting a ride was

out of the question and began to move forward, struggling against the elements one step at a time. 1

“Sir, it seems like Ms. Chloe intends to walk back,” Lucas reported.

Joseph’s face darkened. ‘She would rather walk back than come back to me?’

“Follow her,” he commanded.

A deep sigh escaped Lucas’s lips. It was evident that Joseph and Chloe had feelings for each other, yet

neither of them was willing to set their pride aside.

As the highway stretched toward Docwood, a bustling procession of vehicles hurried past, leaving

behind trails of splashing water. In the middle of this commotion, a white sedan on the road. gradually

decelerated, displaying an exceptional level of courtesy as it approached Chloe.

Chloe was oblivious to the car’s presence. Shivering uncontrollably from the cold, her once rosy lips

had now turned a faint shade of purple. Eventually, the white car came to a halt beside her, and the

occupant inside rolled down the window. A concerned young man peered at her with worry-filled eyes,

his voice resonating clear and refreshing as he offered, “Do you need help? I can give you a ride to

your destination.”

Chloe’s eyelashes were wet from the rainwater, softly brushing against her eyes and obscuring her

vision. The young man before her appeared to be about the same age as Adam. He had fair skin and

gentle features, resembling a rich young man from a prestigious family. Suddenly, a wave of irony

washed over her. Even a stranger was worried about her, yet Joseph did nothing and just watched her

walking in the rain.

Taking a deep breath, Chloe inhaled a gust of cold air, and she had not had a chance to refuse before a

coughing fit took hold of her.

The concern in the young man’s eyes deepened as he said, “Get in. I’ll take you wherever you want to

go. I’m a good person. There’s no need to be afraid.”

“It’s okay. Thank you,” Chloe replied after having composed herself. She expressed her gratitude and

continued walking forward.

Lost in thought, the young man glanced in Chloe’s direction, then instructed his driver, “Give her an

umbrella.”

The driver hesitated for a moment before complying with the request.

“Miss, here’s an umbrella for you. With the rain pouring like this, it’s best to find a place to take shelter,”

the driver said, stuffing an umbrella into Chloe’s arms before swiftly returning to the car.

The young man watched as Chloe opened the umbrella and held it over her head, then he ordered,

“Let’s go.”

Unable to contain his curiosity, the driver asked, “Why did you give her the umbrella, sir?”

Was it out of pity? Maybe. The young man possessed a compassionate heart, after all.

Lowering his gaze to the book in his hands, the young man responded, “Don’t you think she bears a

resemblance to Aunt Luciana?”

The driver pondered for a moment, recalling the photograph placed in the master’s bedroom. He

nodded, acknowledging the resemblance. However, he sighed inwardly when he thought of Luciana.

The world regarded the Sullivans as the epitome of excellence in the jewelry industry, but little did they

know that the family’s lineage faced an uncertain future.

Left without any heirs to carry on their family legacy, only two elderly figures remained as the guardians

of their heritage. Fortunately, they had the young man by their side.

Despite having the umbrella, Chloe found herself unable to withstand the relentless onslaught of wind

and rain. The icy chill penetrated her bones, making every step a tremendous struggle.

The car behind her continued to follow at a steady pace. She was well aware that Joseph was waiting

for her to surrender, to yield to his wishes. But why should she be the one to surrender? Why was it

always her who had to give in? This time, she had done nothing wrong.

She continued walking, unaware of how long she had been on the road until she reached the point of

exhaustion. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground.

In the fleeting moment before darkness enveloped her vision, she caught sight of Joseph, who had

dashed out of the car in a state of desperation.

Joseph’s face was dark as he rushed Chloe to the hospital. He emanated an ominous aura like a

messenger from hell, constantly teetering on the edge of tage Those who passed by him kept their

distance from him, not wanting to incur his wrath.

Coincidentally, the doctor on duty in the emergency room was the same one who had attended to

Xavia He glanced up, looking at Joseph in confusion

Joseph furrowed his brow “The woman from this morning was my friend. This one’s my wife.”

“Your wife is in a state of shock because her body is weak Was she subjected to some kind of cold

conditions before this?” the doctor inquired.

Joseph recalled when Jane had tied Chloe up and left her in the reservoir, and his heart clenched with

a pang of pain. He should have waited until they got home before arguing with her.

“As long as she receives proper care and treatment, there shouldn’t be any major issues. It shouldn’t

affect her ability to conceive in the future,” the doctor said.

“This can affect her fertility?”

The doctor responded with a hint of annoyance, “Of course. She’s weak. Do you think she can carry a

baby in her current state?”

Joseph lowered his gaze and fell into a contemplative silence.

Chloe slept for a day and a night. When she woke up, she found Joseph tightly holding onto her hand.

Her eyes flickered, and she squirmed uncomfortably.

Joseph was reviewing a document on his phone. When he sensed her moving, he raised his head

and his eyes glowed. “You’re awake.”

“Mm…” Chloe’s voice was hoarse as she continued to struggle, attempting to release herself from

Joseph’s grip.

He tightened his grip even more, raising an eyebrow. “That’s enough. My patience is limited.”