Chapter 192: Hospital Con…..

Chapter 192: bHospital /bConfrontation and Morning Flowers

Chapter 192: Hospital Confrontation and Morning Flowers

(Olivia’s POV)

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Margaret Grey’s face twisted with rage as she lunged forward, her hands reaching for my throat like ws.

“You destroyed my family!” she screamed, her voice echoing through the hospital corridor.

Emma Thompson moved faster than lightning. She grabbed Margaret’s arm and pressed down on specific

pressure points with surgical precision.

“Ouch!” Margaret cried out, stumbling backward as her entire arm went numb.

She rubbed her arm frantically, her face contorting in pain and confusion. “What did you do to me? It’s bso /b

numb!”

The onlookers who had gathered couldn’t help butugh at herical appearance. Margaret looked like a

wounded animal, desperately trying to shake feeling back into her limb.

Emma stared at Margaret with cold, menacing eyes. Her usually gentle demeanor hadpletely vanished.

“Get lost,” Emma said simply, her voice carrying a terrifying edge.

Margaret shuddered visibly. The intimidating presence radiating from my assistant made her take another step back.

I watched with satisfaction as the once–proud former Luna cowered before Emma. How the mighty had

fallen.

Heavy footsteps approached from behind us. Hospital security personnel arrived to disperse the growing

crowd.

A security guard approached me respectfully. “Miss Winters, should we call the police?b” /b

The security team clearly recognized me as Alpha Richard’s daughter. They had been briefed with my photo

and instructed to treat me with utmost respect.

Margaret’s eyes widened in shock at the guard’s deferential tone, “This is your family’s hospital?b” /b

I didn’t answer directly. Instead, I turned to the guards with a calm smile.

“Please escort Mrs. Grey out of the hospital,” I instructed firmly.

“No! You can’t do this to me!” Margaret protested as two guards moved toward her.

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bDespite /bher struggles and desperate protests, Margaret was forcibly removed from the premises. Her voice echoed down the hallway until the elevator doors closed.

Emma Thompson watched everything unfold with amazement. b“/bOlivia, I had no idea your family owned bthis /bbhospital/bb./bb” /b

“bThe /bWinters pack has many business binterests/b.” bI /bbreplied /bsimply.

bEmma’s /bbrespect for /bme seemed bto /bbdeepen /bbeven /bbfurther/bb. /bbShe /bbhad /bbalways /bbbeen /bbloyal/bb, /bbbut /bbnow /bbI /bbcould /bbsee /bbgenuine /bawe bin /bbher /bbeyes/b.

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The next morning, I opened my hospital room door to find a surprise waiting on the floor.

A bouquet of blooming white rosesy there, their petals perfect and pristine. The flowers had no card, leaving me wondering who had sent them.

A familiar figure came to mind immediately. Could it be Connor Rivers?

I picked up the bouquet carefully, inhaling their sweet fragrance. The roses were clearly expensive, arranged

by a professional florist.

I took the flowers to the nurses‘ station to inquire about their delivery.

“Oh, those beautiful flowers!” Sarah Mitchell, the duty nurse, eximed excitedly. “A tall, handsome

gentleman delivered them about half an hour ago.”

Her eyes sparkled with romantic interest. “He looked better than a movie star! So mysterious and elegant.”

“Can you describe him more specifically?” I asked, my heart beginning to race.

“He wore a ck shirt and looked very aloof,” Sarah continued enthusiastically. “But most importantly, he had

the most striking ice–blue eyes I’ve ever seen.”

Ice–blue eyes. That description matched Connor perfectly, not Adrian Sinir who had amber eyes like mine.

My wolf stirred restlessly at the confirmation. Connor had been here, so close, yet I had missed him.

I returned to my room and reced the wilting flowers in my vase with the white roses. Their pure beauty

filled the space with elegance.

In werewolf culture, white roses carried deep romantic meaning. They symbolized new beginnings and pure

devotion between mates.

Was Connor trying to tell me something with this choice?

Realizing he might still be nearby since he hade only thirty minutes ago, I hurried toward the hospital

parking lot.

My heart pounded as I pushed through the main entrance doors. The morning air was crisp and fresh.

I found him leaning against his obsidian ck Bentley, his head down in contemtion. The morning sunlight softened his usually stoic features.,

When our eyes met, he straightened immediately. His ice–blue gaze locked with my amber eyes with an -intensity that made my wolf bstir /brestlessly.

The mate bond we had severed still left echoes between us. Even broken, the connection pulled at something deep in my chest.

Connor stepped back when I approached, his wolf clearly fighting the urge to close bthe /bdistance between us.

“I apologize for not knocking on your door,” he said quietly. “I didn’t want to disturb your restb./bb” /b

His bvoice /bcarried bthat /bfamiliar gentle tone he reserved only for me, It made my heart ache with blonging/b.

“Thank you for the beautiful flowers,” I replied, clutching bthe /bbouquet btighter/bb. /bb“/bbThey’re /bbperfect/bb. /b

“I’m bd /bbyou /blike bthem/b,” he said bsimply/bb, /bhis beyes /bbnever /bbleaving /bbmine/b.

bI /bbwanted /bbto /bask why he bhadn’t /bbstayed /bbto /bbsee /bbmy /bbreaction/b. bThe /bbwords /bbformed /bbon /bbmy /bbtongue /bbbut /bbwouldn’t /bbe /b

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As if reading my thoughts, he exined softly, “I knew you needed space to heal.”

The consideration in his voice made my chest tighten with emotion. Even now, he was thinking of my

wellbeing above his own desires.

An awkward silence stretched between us, filled with unspoken emotions and memories of what we had lost.

“Drive safely,” I finally managed to say.

“Take care of yourself, Olivia,” he replied gently.

Both our wolves seemed reluctant to separate as we parted ways. I watched his Bentley disappear down the

street.

That evening, my phone rang with Reba Frost’s familiar ringtone.

i“/iOlivia, do you remember Miranda ckwood?” Reba’s tone was unusually serious.

I searched my memory. “Miranda? She’s an acquaintance who went abroad to establish business

connections, right?”

“That’s her,” Reba confirmed. “She’s returned to Harbor City.”

Something in Reba’s voice made me sit up straighter. “Is there something wrong?”

“She came back specifically to pursue Connor Rivers,” Reba revealed bluntly.

My blood ran cold. “What do iyou /imean?”

“Seven years ago, before going abroad, Miranda confessed to Connori,/ii” /iReba exined carefully. “He rejected her then.”

I gripped the phone tighter, my knuckles turning white.

“Now she’s told me about her intention to pursue him again,” Reba continued. “She believes that since you and Connor severed your mate bond, she has a fair chance.”

After Reba finished speaking, I stared nkly at the white roses on my bedside table.

Their pure fragrance filled the brightly lit room, but suddenly they felt like a mockery. Just as I was beginning to hope for reconciliation with Connor, another she–wolf had entered the picture.

I was lost in contemtion about this new development, wondering what it would mean for any chance Connor and I might have had.