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Chapter 192: Hospital Confrontation and Morning Flowers
Chapter 192: Hospital Confrontation and Morning Flowers
(Olivia’s POV)
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Margaret Grey’s face twisted with rage as she lunged forward, her hands reaching for my throat like claws.
“You destroyed my family!” she screamed, her voice echoing through the hospital corridor.
Emma Thompson moved faster than lightning. She grabbed Margaret’s arm and pressed down on specific
pressure points with surgical precision.
“Ouch!” Margaret cried out, stumbling backward as her entire arm went numb.
She rubbed her arm frantically, her face contorting in pain and confusion. “What did you do to me? It’s so
numb!”
The onlookers who had gathered couldn’t help but laugh at her comical appearance. Margaret looked like a
wounded animal, desperately trying to shake feeling back into her limb.
Emma stared at Margaret with cold, menacing eyes. Her usually gentle demeanor had completely vanished.
“Get lost,” Emma said simply, her voice carrying a terrifying edge.
Margaret shuddered visibly. The intimidating presence radiating from my assistant made her take another step back.
I watched with satisfaction as the once–proud former Luna cowered before Emma. How the mighty had
fallen.
Heavy footsteps approached from behind us. Hospital security personnel arrived to disperse the growing
crowd.
A security guard approached me respectfully. “Miss Winters, should we call the police?”
The security team clearly recognized me as Alpha Richard’s daughter. They had been briefed with my photo
and instructed to treat me with utmost respect.
Margaret’s eyes widened in shock at the guard’s deferential tone, “This is your family’s hospital?”
I didn’t answer directly. Instead, I turned to the guards with a calm smile.
“Please escort Mrs. Grey out of the hospital,” I instructed firmly.
“No! You can’t do this to me!” Margaret protested as two guards moved toward her.
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Despite her struggles and desperate protests, Margaret was forcibly removed from the premises. Her voice echoed down the hallway until the elevator doors closed.
Emma Thompson watched everything unfold with amazement. “Olivia, I had no idea your family owned this hospital.”
“The Winters pack has many business interests.” I replied simply.
Emma’s respect for me seemed to deepen even further. She had always been loyal, but now I could see genuine awe in her eyes.
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The next morning, I opened my hospital room door to find a surprise waiting on the floor.
A bouquet of blooming white roses lay there, their petals perfect and pristine. The flowers had no card, leaving me wondering who had sent them.
A familiar figure came to mind immediately. Could it be Connor Rivers?
I picked up the bouquet carefully, inhaling their sweet fragrance. The roses were clearly expensive, arranged
by a professional florist.
I took the flowers to the nurses‘ station to inquire about their delivery.
“Oh, those beautiful flowers!” Sarah Mitchell, the duty nurse, exclaimed excitedly. “A tall, handsome
gentleman delivered them about half an hour ago.”
Her eyes sparkled with romantic interest. “He looked better than a movie star! So mysterious and elegant.”
“Can you describe him more specifically?” I asked, my heart beginning to race.
“He wore a black shirt and looked very aloof,” Sarah continued enthusiastically. “But most importantly, he had
the most striking ice–blue eyes I’ve ever seen.”
Ice–blue eyes. That description matched Connor perfectly, not Adrian Sinclair who had amber eyes like mine.
My wolf stirred restlessly at the confirmation. Connor had been here, so close, yet I had missed him.
I returned to my room and replaced the wilting flowers in my vase with the white roses. Their pure beauty
filled the space with elegance.
In werewolf culture, white roses carried deep romantic meaning. They symbolized new beginnings and pure
devotion between mates.
Was Connor trying to tell me something with this choice?
Realizing he might still be nearby since he had come only thirty minutes ago, I hurried toward the hospital
parking lot.
My heart pounded as I pushed through the main entrance doors. The morning air was crisp and fresh.
I found him leaning against his obsidian black Bentley, his head down in contemplation. The morning sunlight softened his usually stoic features.,
When our eyes met, he straightened immediately. His ice–blue gaze locked with my amber eyes with an -intensity that made my wolf stir restlessly.
The mate bond we had severed still left echoes between us. Even broken, the connection pulled at something deep in my chest.
Connor stepped back when I approached, his wolf clearly fighting the urge to close the distance between us.
“I apologize for not knocking on your door,” he said quietly. “I didn’t want to disturb your rest.”
His voice carried that familiar gentle tone he reserved only for me, It made my heart ache with longing.
“Thank you for the beautiful flowers,” I replied, clutching the bouquet tighter. “They’re perfect.
“I’m glad you like them,” he said simply, his eyes never leaving mine.
I wanted to ask why he hadn’t stayed to see my reaction. The words formed on my tongue but wouldn’t come
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As if reading my thoughts, he explained softly, “I knew you needed space to heal.”
The consideration in his voice made my chest tighten with emotion. Even now, he was thinking of my
wellbeing above his own desires.
An awkward silence stretched between us, filled with unspoken emotions and memories of what we had lost.
“Drive safely,” I finally managed to say.
“Take care of yourself, Olivia,” he replied gently.
Both our wolves seemed reluctant to separate as we parted ways. I watched his Bentley disappear down the
street.
That evening, my phone rang with Rebecca Frost’s familiar ringtone.
“Olivia, do you remember Miranda Blackwood?” Rebecca’s tone was unusually serious.
I searched my memory. “Miranda? She’s an acquaintance who went abroad to establish business
connections, right?”
“That’s her,” Rebecca confirmed. “She’s returned to Harbor City.”
Something in Rebecca’s voice made me sit up straighter. “Is there something wrong?”
“She came back specifically to pursue Connor Rivers,” Rebecca revealed bluntly.
My blood ran cold. “What do you mean?”
“Seven years ago, before going abroad, Miranda confessed to Connor,” Rebecca explained carefully. “He rejected her then.”
I gripped the phone tighter, my knuckles turning white.
“Now she’s told me about her intention to pursue him again,” Rebecca continued. “She believes that since you and Connor severed your mate bond, she has a fair chance.”
After Rebecca finished speaking, I stared blankly at the white roses on my bedside table.
Their pure fragrance filled the brightly lit room, but suddenly they felt like a mockery. Just as I was beginning to hope for reconciliation with Connor, another she–wolf had entered the picture.
I was lost in contemplation about this new development, wondering what it would mean for any chance Connor and I might have had.