Chapter 591
The Billionaire’s Maid Bride
âItâs just trying to silence someone. Thatâs all it is, Emma. For the first time, I feel so powerless.â
âLook, Allison, I get it. I really do. Back in the day, when I came out alone to work hard, my boyfriend dumped me for my cousin. I felt like a walking punchline.
Allison, you just need some rest, okay? All this media circus will blow over. Youâre starting on that new movie this Friday. Weâre in this for the career, girl! Men? Theyâre not worth your brain space! Forget about that jerk!â
âYeah, everything will pass.â Allison repeated softly.
After hanging up, Emma let out a long sigh and opened her laptop. Photos and videos of Penelope cluttered her screen. How could Lucian be so blind? Penelopeâs messy private life was no secret, yet Lucian still stood up for her.
Around 10 a.m.
Emma received a call from an unknown number.
âHello?â
âHi, is this Emma?â
âSpeaking. Whoâs this?â
âOh, Iâm a friend of Hughes. Heâs been hurt. Can you come over?â
âHurt?â Emma shot to her feet.
At the hospital.
Hughes had just been moved out of the ICU after a four-hour emergency ordeal the previous night. His vital signs were finally stabilizing.
Bryan and a few buddies were waiting outside, all visibly relieved.
âLetâs close the Blue Club for a week to renovate. We wonât open for business,â Bryan instructed his friends. âJayden, you handle that. And for the staff injured last night, make sure theyâre taken care of.
Weâll cover the hospital bills and give them some extra for their trouble.â
âGot it, boss.â
âBoss, who were those guys in black anyway?â one of his friends couldnât help but ask.
Bryan was clueless.
They had come prepared, ready to fight at the drop of a hat, probably targeting Hughes. But if Hughes had recently offended someone, Bryan was in the dark about it.
Bryan lit a cigarette. âLook, Iâll stay here. You guys must be tired. Go home, clean up, and get some rest. You might not have been stabbed, but youâre bound to have some bruises after last nightâs brawl.
Come back later.â
âAlright, boss. Weâll head out. Call us when Hughes wakes up!â
The hospital corridors were bustling with activity.
Emma stepped out of the elevator and headed straight to the nurseâs station. âExcuse me, could you tell me where the patient admitted last night is? The one with dyed blond hair, tall, slimâ¦â
âOh, him? Are you family? A friend?â
âJust a friend.â
. âHe was in a bad way last night. He lost a lot of blood. Lucky for him, the knife missed the vital organs.
Heâs out of the ICU, in room 12, bed B.â
âThank you,â Emma said before heading to room 12. At the door, she saw a young man squatting, with a cigarette dangling from his lips. He took a drag, but when a passing nurse reminded him smoking wasnât allowed, he flashed an apologetic smile and snuffed it out.
Emma recognized him. He worked at Blue Club and was a good friend of Hughes, but she didnât know his name.