Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1405

Her mother immediately let go and stood up, brushing off her skirt. "What hospital? Has the Moore family not lost enough face recently? If we send her to the hospital now, the elites of Seaview will have a field day gossiping about us. The old man just died in a hospital, and now the young one is heading there too. It is nothing but bad luck." The servant watched in absolute horror as Sylvia writhed in agony, dangerously close to losing consciousness. A thin trail of dark red blood began to leak from the corner of her mouth. Terrified, the servant's voice trembled violently. "But Madam... the young miss is throwing up blood."

Panic finally pierced through her mother's arrogant facade. Glancing down, she saw the undeniable smear of crimson on Sylvia's lips. "She truly is a cursed burden," she muttered under her breath. Left with no other option, she pulled out her phone and urgently dialed the estate manager. "Get the private doctor over here immediately. I refuse to believe a little fasting can actually kill someone."

Thirty minutes later, the private doctor rushed into the room, medical kit in hand. After a rapid examination, his expression turned incredibly grim as he stood up. "Mrs. Moore, this situation is critical. Your daughter is suffering from severe stomach bleeding complicated by extreme dehydration. She must be admitted to a hospital immediately for emergency blood transfusions. If we delay this any further, she will enter hemorrhagic shock, and absolutely nothing will be able to save her." Realizing that her daughter was actually teetering on the edge of death, her mother finally relented and ordered the chauffeur to prepare a vehicle. To avoid drawing any unwanted attention from the public, she had the staff wrap Sylvia entirely in heavy blankets, carry her out through the secluded back door, and quietly transport her to the local emergency room.

Meanwhile, dawn broke over Mercy Hospital in the Capital. Steve had been awake since the early hours. In truth, he had barely slept a wink the entire night. His bloodshot eyes remained fixed on the suite's heavy door, desperately yearning for something, yet simultaneously awaiting a dreadful final verdict. The hours dragged by with agonizing slowness. Finally, around noon, the silence was broken by the sound of approaching footsteps. The door slowly pushed open. A brief spark of hope illuminated Steve's eyes, only to be instantly extinguished. It was only Ella who walked in. The imposing, indifferent figure he had half expected was nowhere to be seen. Steve let out a dark, self deprecating chuckle. As expected, his prediction was entirely flawless. Even after driving his only son to sever ties with the family, his father still could not be bothered to show up.

Ella carried a fresh thermal container of soup, her face plastered with a cautious, ingratiating smile and a poorly concealed layer of guilt. "Steve, you must be starving. I stayed up to make this soup especially for you." Steve did not even spare the container a single glance. His voice was as cold as a frozen lake. "He refused to come, did he not?" Ella stiffened awkwardly, offering a pathetic excuse. "Steve, please do not be angry with your father. He... he is simply overwhelmed with corporate affairs right now. You know how volatile the overseas markets have been recently, especially with the sudden outbreaks of violence and political instability in several regions." An unmistakable note of arrogant pride actually crept into her voice. "But for our corporation, those conflicts present a spectacular opportunity for global expansion. Your father took an emergency overnight flight overseas. He insisted on personally overseeing negotiations for several massive military supply contracts."

Listening to her gleeful explanation, a bone deep chill spread through Steve's entire body. War. Slaughter. Countless innocent lives destroyed. In his father's eyes, those horrific, blood soaked catastrophes were nothing more than lucrative business opportunities waiting to be exploited. It was exactly how the man viewed his own son, nothing but a convenient tool forged entirely to inherit and expand the corporate empire. The final, microscopic ember of hope in Steve's heart was permanently extinguished. Yet, a strange numbness washed over him. He was completely used to this. Had it not been exactly like this his entire life? Since there was absolutely nothing left to hope for, there was nothing left to feel. Leaning heavily against the headboard, Steve closed his eyes in total exhaustion, his tone flat and utterly apathetic. "Fine. I understand. Mother, you do not need to come here every day anymore either."

Ella instantly panicked, slamming the thermal container down onto the table. "What kind of nonsense are you saying? I am your own flesh and blood. If I do not come to take care of you, who will?" Steve opened his eyes, the absolute lack of emotion in his gaze terrifying. "Your absence actually brings me peace, which will drastically accelerate my physical recovery." Ella's eyes instantly welled with hot tears, threatening to spill over at any second. She simply could not comprehend it. Why was it that everything she did was meant to secure his future and protect his legacy, yet he fought her so fiercely, treating her like a mortal enemy? "Fine. Fine, I will not provoke you any further." Wiping her tears, Ella dared not stay a moment longer, terrified that pushing him further might trigger a catastrophic medical emergency. "You just rest well. I will come back tomorrow."