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"Ivy Watson," he ground out, his voice laced with fury. "He’s injured because of you! If you don’t get here within an hour, I swear to fucking God, I’m going to kidnap your parents and every other human that exists in your life until you beg to see Christian and—"
The phone was snatched from his hand before he could finish.
A second later, a glass of water came flying straight at his face.
Sawyer barely dodged in time, the glass shattering against the wall behind him. Drops of water clung to his collar as he straightened, blinking in disbelief.
Christian immediately ended the call, his jaw tight, his entire body radiating tension. His piercing gaze snapped back to Sawyer.
"Don't threaten her!" Christian snapped, his voice sharp, his eyes flashing with warning.
Sawyer scoffed, his irritation only deepening. "Fine. Keep spoiling her like this." He turned and stormed out of the room.
The moment he was gone, Christian’s phone rang again.
Ivy.
He stared at the screen before answering.
Her panicked voice came through the line. "Don’t… don’t hurt my parents. I’ll come. Just don’t go to them. Which hospital are you at?"
Christian clenched his jaw at the sound of her voice. The worry in it. The fear.
Calmly, he replied, "Don’t worry. You don’t have to come."
Silence. He could hear her breathing, shaky and uneven.
"You need to go to work, right?" His voice softened. "It’s almost ten. Don’t rush. Walk slowly. You always walk too fast and don’t look properly when you cross the street in a hurry. Walk slowly. Go to work. Don’t worry—I’m fine."
There was no response, but he knew she was still listening.
"It’s alright," he murmured softly. "I’ll hang up now."
The call ended. The sound of the disconnecting tone echoed in Ivy’s ears long after the call was over.
She leaned against the table in her room, her heart pounding, her phone clenched tightly in her hands. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but the ache in her chest told her she wasn’t at ease. It wasn’t in fear, but because the worry for christian was eating her alive.
Her eyes flickered to the clock.
Ten already. She was late.
Her gaze dropped to the phone screen, Christian’s name still lingering there.
In the end, she grabbed her bag and walked out of the house.
Half an hour later, she entered City Hospital.
She asked a nurse for Christian’s room number before making her way to the eighth floor. As she approached, she spotted Sawyer walking ahead, engrossed in his phone. When he lifted his head, their eyes met. He stopped abruptly.
"You’re here," Sawyer was the first to speak, his voice laced with surprise.
Ivy nodded. "I came to see Christian." She pointed to a door at the end of the hallway. "That one?"
Sawyer nodded.
She started walking, but his voice stopped her. "Ivy?"
She turned back, brows slightly furrowed.