Emily was kneeling outside the OR, her forehead scraped open, blood streaming down past her eyes—bright red and shocking.
Doctors and nurses nearby, who at first just watched out of curiosity, now turned their gaze away uneasily—yet no one stepped up to help.
James sat stiffly in a chair, back straight like a statue, his lips pressed into a razor-sharp line.
Finally, the emergency room doors swung open, and a doctor walked out.
“Mr. Carter, the young master is out of danger. He just needs some rest and he'll recover.”
James's clenched fists slowly loosened as he all but collapsed into the chair.
Thank God. Ethan's going to be okay.
If something had really happened to Ethan... with the Taylor family's fury, and his own guilt—he didn't even want to imagine it.
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