Chapter 107 Will Give You Justice
Sloane's POV
The news that the man had gone crazy sounded like a relief, but I knew clearly it was more like a warning—a silent threat from the shadows.
Someone didn't want him to talk.
"Don't be afraid." Jared pulled me into his arms, his burning chest against my back, bringing a reassuring warmth. He held my ice-cold hands, wrapping them in his warm palms. "I will make sure you get justice in this matter."
That night, I slept terribly.
The bloody scenes from the day intertwined with the news of Mike going crazy, weaving into an airtight net in my mind.
I was like prey trapped in the center of a spider's web—no matter how I struggled, I couldn't escape.
Eventually, all the fear converged into that bone-chilling seawater.
I dreamed again of that car accident, of the boy who pushed me out the car window but was swept away by the undercurrent himself.
"Grayson!" I screamed heartbreakingly, struggling desperately in the icy water, but could only watch helplessly as his figure was swallowed by darkness.
Despair and suffocation gripped me tightly. I cried out his name and suddenly sat up in bed.
My heart pounded like a drum, my forehead covered in cold sweat.
I gasped for air, trying to break free from the nightmare, when a pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around me from behind, pulling me into a burning and familiar embrace.
My body stiffened. I instinctively turned my head and met Jared's unfathomably deep eyes.
When did he come back?
Only a dim wall lamp was on in the bedroom. The light cut his stunningly handsome face into light and shadow, those eyes in the darkness churning with intense emotions I couldn't read.
"Whose name were you just calling?" His voice was low and hoarse, each word seeming to squeeze through his teeth, carrying a chilling hostility.
Only then did I belatedly realize I had called out Grayson's name in my dream.
Looking at the undisguised, cold possessiveness in his eyes, my heart trembled.
Any explanations I wanted to give seemed pale and powerless at this moment.
I didn't answer. Instead, I turned around and, like a young animal seeking shelter, buried myself completely in his solid chest, tightly wrapping my arms around his lean waist.
His body stiffened, but he didn't push me away.
I could feel the violent fury rising in his chest, and my heart pressed against his chest, beating wildly, gradually intertwining with his.
After a long while, he finally raised his hand and somewhat stiffly hugged me back.
He said nothing, only his arms around me tightened more and more, with such force it seemed he wanted to meld me into his bones and blood, as if only this way could he confirm my existence, could he completely erase that past I had never shared with him.
When I woke up the next day, the space beside me was already empty.
The air still held traces of his crisp, pleasant scent, proving he had indeed come back last night.
I felt a bit empty inside.
Jared was still angry about that name from last night.
Just as I was about to get up, a sharp, piercing phone ringtone abruptly shattered the morning's tranquility.
Seeing the name flashing on the screen, my brow, which had just smoothed out, furrowed tightly again.
As soon as the call connected, Isabelle's sharp, bitter voice, full of rage, exploded from the receiver: "Sloane! You vicious bitch! What did you whisper in Jared's ear this time?!"
I held the phone away from my ear, listening to her roaring with an expressionless face.
"He went to the company early this morning and warned Arthur and me in front of all the directors to stay away from you! What kind of seductive tricks did you use to bewitch him so much that he doesn't even recognize his own family?!"
I was confused by her distorted accusations. Jared went to the company to warn her and Arthur? Why?
Too lazy to listen to her ranting anymore, I hung up directly and called Jared instead.
The phone rang for a long time before being answered. His low voice came through, tinged with a hint of fatigue.
"What's wrong?"
"Isabelle just called me," I didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Did you... go to the company to find them?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end.
"Ignore her," he first said reassuringly, his tone carrying unquestionable protectiveness. "From now on, you don't need to pay attention to any of these messy people in the family."
"Jared," I persisted, my voice carrying a trace of grievance I hadn't even noticed myself, "what happened? Why did you go warn them?"
He seemed to sigh softly, his tone finally carrying a hint of helplessness.
"I suspect that man named Mike was sent by Isabelle."
My heart jumped.
"She and Keira are close as mother and daughter. With Keira in prison, naturally she won't let it go." Jared's voice grew colder, carrying an icy chill. "I just went to remind her to behave herself. Since she dared to touch my person, she should be prepared to face my fury."
He spoke lightly, but I could imagine how he had used thunderous methods at the company to teach that mother and son an unforgettable lesson.
"I won't let anyone who tries to hurt you get away with it," he paused, his voice heavy as if making a vow. "What they owe you, I'll collect back, every bit of it, with interest."
His words about collecting everything back with interest kept circling in my mind.
I couldn't help but press: "Jared, what are you planning to do?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end, then came his low voice with a soothing tone: "You don't need to worry about these dirty matters. Leave them to me."
The more casually he spoke, the more uneasy I felt.
Once he decided to do something, he always used thunderous methods, leaving no room for mercy.
"I don't want you to do something... for my sake..."
"Sloane," he interrupted me, his tone carrying unquestionable dominance, "I'll only ask you this: if someone wanted to hurt our child, what would you do?"
His question caught me off guard. I instinctively touched my lower abdomen, and a cold killing intent instantly surged in my heart.
I would make them wish they were dead.
As if guessing my answer, Jared chuckled softly on the other end, that laugh carrying a trace of cruel tenderness. "So, don't worry about what I do. Just know that I'm protecting you both—that's enough."
He didn't give me a chance to ask more questions. After a few more words telling me to rest well, he hung up.
But the stone in my heart hung even higher.
Jared didn't tell me what his revenge would be, and life seemed to return to calm.
Three days later, just as I finished a surgery, I received a call from the hospital's administrative department. Their tone was urgent, asking me to immediately go to the VIP ward, saying some important person had an emergency.