CHAPTER 273: CHAPTER 273: RESCUED

Tanya was held in President Pierce’s embrace, still in shock over what had happened, as warm, scorching blood soaked through her palms.

Her hand was precisely pressed against President Pierce’s chest.

She stiffly looked down, seeing large patches of blood seeping from beneath her palms, like enchanting blood flowers blooming, soaking through President Pierce’s shirt...

Even though he was the one bleeding, Tanya felt as if she herself was the one losing warmth.

"President Pierce!" Janne Hayes shouted in panic!

The gunman Brock had already been captured by the Shadow Guard.

"Declan... don’t, don’t die!" Tanya had never been so panicked, her tears falling uncontrollably in large drops. She couldn’t bother wiping them, frantically trying to stop the bleeding for Declan.

"Don’t cry..." Declan murmured weakly, trying to raise his hand to wipe her tears, but his fingers fell before touching her face.

The helicopter had already arrived.

With it came the medical personnel.

Declan was lifted onto the helicopter.

Tanya wanted to follow, but Janne blocked her way.

"Ms. Sinclair, those are doctors arranged by The Pierce Family. It’s best you don’t go."

Tanya was a bit anxious, "I’m a doctor too, maybe I can help..."

Janne remained still, calmly explaining, "The Pierce Family will find the best surgical doctor for Second Young Master Pierce’s treatment."

This time, he didn’t address him as President Pierce, but Second Young Master Pierce, emphasizing Declan’s identity in The Pierce Family...

Tanya gradually regained her composure, watching the helicopter lift into the sky and fly away.

A family like The Pierce’s is a depth she could never imagine, Janne was reminding her that following might only cause trouble for Declan in his current situation.

"I understand." Tanya pleaded with Janne, "Special Assistant Hayes, please inform me immediately if there’s any news about Declan."

"Don’t worry, I will."

Janne arranged for another helicopter to take Tanya directly to the nearest hospital rooftop. The hospital had already been notified in advance, with a mobile stretcher ready and waiting.

Janne said, "Ms. Sinclair, you need a full body checkup. I’ll also have someone bring you clean clothes. As for the police, I’ll handle that."

"Special Assistant Hayes!" Tanya called out to Janne, fearing he might forget, and reminded him again, "If there’s any news about Declan..."

"Don’t worry." Janne interrupted her, "I’ll keep you updated about President Pierce’s condition as soon as I can."

Tanya nodded gently, "Thank you."

Her body was reaching its limit as well. After changing into a hospital gown and completing a series of checkups, Tanya lay on the hospital bed and drifted into a drowsy sleep...

Meanwhile, at Hawthorne Manor.

Vincent Hawthorne received a call from Officer Crawford.

Officer Crawford: "Mr. Hawthorne, we’ve found Ms. Sinclair! She’s safe but has sustained multiple injuries and is being examined in the hospital!"

"Good! I’m heading there now!" Vincent immediately grabbed his coat and headed out.

As he opened the door, he saw Cindy Lynn standing there.

"Vincent, why are you in such a rush, where are you going?"

Vincent’s gaze on her was devoid of warmth, "Tanya has been found, thankfully she’s safe. I’m going to see her now."

"..." Cindy forced a smile, "That’s great news! Vincent, let me accompany you!"

Vincent directly refused, "No need, please pick up Joy from school for me. Tonight, wait for me at home. There’s something I need to discuss with you!"

After saying this, Vincent got into his car and drove off.

Through the rearview mirror, he shot a cold glance at Cindy’s figure left on the spot, his eyes filled with icy indifference.

Tanya had a dream, finding herself in an operating room.

Lying on the operating table was Declan, whom she was desperately trying to save, the defibrillator set to max, yet all she could do was watch helplessly as he lost his heartbeat...

"No, don’t!" Tanya jolted awake from the nightmare, drenched in cold sweat.

The ceiling above was glaringly white, the air filled with the scent of disinfectant.

Thankfully, it was just a dream...

Tanya tilted her head, suddenly noticing a tall, slender man’s silhouette by the window sill. For a moment, she almost mistook it for Declan.

But the next second, the man turned around, and seeing that familiar face which made her sick to her stomach, Tanya’s gaze turned icy.

It was Vincent Hawthorne.

He had just finished a call, his expression initially cold, but upon seeing Tanya awake in bed, Vincent’s demeanor softened.

He put away his phone and swiftly approached the bedside.

"Tanya, you’re finally awake, you’ve been asleep for a day."

Tanya frowned weakly, her demeanor unapologetically cold.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice was hoarse, still very weak.

Vincent didn’t answer but went to pour her a glass of warm water, thoughtfully adjusting the bed to enable her to drink comfortably.

"Drink some water first, then I’ll answer your question." Vincent personally brought the water to Tanya’s lips.

Tanya turned her head away in disgust, "Just leave it, I’ll drink it myself."

"..." Vincent paused slightly, his gaze dimming as he forced a self-deprecating smile, "Do you despise me that much?"

Tanya didn’t deny it, her silence serving as her response.

Vincent sighed softly, placing the glass in her hand.

Tanya sipped half the water, her throat soothed and feeling much better.

She placed the glass on the bedside cabinet and looked at Vincent, "You still haven’t answered my question."

"Officer Crawford informed me, after all, I am the biological father of your two children, I have the right to know the situation concerning the mother of my kids." Vincent pulled up a chair and sat by her bedside, his hair unkempt and looking very haggard. Due to lack of sleep, his eyes were slightly sunken, with veins faintly visible under the eyes.

He exuded a sense of exhaustion.

"When I arrived, you had just completed the examination and had fallen into a sleep. The doctor showed me your examination report. Although you’re not severely injured, you have multiple bruises and slight fractures, it’s best to rest in the hospital for a few days. I’ve already processed the hospital admission and covered the hospital and medical expenses. Additionally, I arranged for the family chef to come over and use the hospital kitchen to prepare your meals."

Tanya frowned, unappreciative of the gesture.

"Who asked you to do all this, Vincent Hawthorne, what are you up to now? Playing the cliché game of the scumbag’s epiphany, trying to win back the ex-wife? Well, congratulations, you’ve succeeded. Successfully nauseated me."

Vincent looked at Tanya’s icy face, only to feel nausea himself, his stomach churning in a way it never had before.

He took a deep breath, "Tanya, I know you hate me. But no matter how much you hate me, don’t treat your own health this way. Eat something first, I’d like to have a proper conversation with you later on..."