Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 282

Chapter 282 Safe from Danger

Leah was already feeling incredibly uncomfortable as she squeezed herself against Shawn, but she fell into deeper shock when he uttered those words to her.

“What? Why?” she demanded to know. She could not comprehend why Shawn had told her he would not let anyone hurt her. Why would he make such a promise to a mere plaything of his? The only reason he kept her by his side was to remind Han of his failures and humiliate him. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“It’s only natural for a man to protect a woman,” Shawn said to Leah softly as he stroked her hair, providing her comfort. His eyes however remained alert on the road and the current dangerous situation they were facing. Soon enough, the vehicle had made its way to the busy downtown streets and the trailer was no longer in pursuit of them.

“Let’s go to the hospital first,” Shawn told his driver. In an instant, the driver steered the black Bugatti in the direction of the hospital. The rear of the car had been severely smashed and damaged by the trailer. Parts of the back doors were also smashed in, and the driver had to use a wrench to break it open before Shawn and Leah could come out of the car.

“Go and get yourself checked at the gynecology department. I have some matters to deal with first,” Shawn told Leah and assigned his bodyguards to her before leaving in a hurry.

His gentle expression faded as soon as Leah was out of sight, replaced by a murderous glare. Not long after, a black Volkswagen pulled up in front of the hospital entrance and several people, including Tom, got off the car. They approached Shawn with obvious fear in their eyes. “Mr. Ford, we take full responsibility for the incident that happened today,” Tom began. “We will investigate the incident

thoroughly and provide you with a proper explanation.”

“I don’t want to see something like this happen ever again,” Shawn’s voice was as cold as the night. Tom rubbed the sweat that beaded on his forehead. He could not believe that there was someone out there dumb enough to try and mess with Shawn Ford. If he did not handle this situation properly, the next person to be hit by a trailer would be himself. “Be on high alert these next few days. I won’t be going into the office.”

“Yes, Mr. Ford,” Tom responded immediately.

Shawn still felt as if this incident was not as simple as it seemed. “Send a few more bodyguards to the villa,” he instructed his personnel before heading into the hospital.

Leah was just about done with her checkup. Apart from some mild shock, both herself and the baby were just fine. Leah approached Shawn as soon as she saw him.

“Thank you… for everything just now,” she said to Shawn in a soft voice. Who knows what would have happened if Shawn had not protected her just then?

“No, this was all because of me,” Shawn blamed himself. This guilt was something he was experiencing for the very first time. He could not explain it, but he felt a strong urge to always protect Leah and keep her from harm’s way.

Choked with emotion, Leah did not know what to say. She was about to continue on her way when she noticed that Shawn’s shirt was stained with fresh blood at the back.

“Your… Your back is bleeding!” she exclaimed in shock. Surprised, Shawn reached for his back with an arm and found his fingers stained red too. It was only then when he started to feel a painful sensation down his back. Upon closer inspection, Leah found a deep graze across his back. He must have cut himself when the accident happened. “You’re injured, Shawn,” Leah told him.

“It’s just a small wound,” Shawn said as he fought against the pain. He had done far more dangerous things back then when he was trying to get on Jackson Lamere’s good side.

Leah linked her arm in Shawn’s and gently brought him to a nearby chair to have a seat. “Stay here, don’t move about,” she warned him. “I’ll get a doctor.” Leah had already disappeared down the hospital corridor before Shawn could say anything. Barely a minute later, she came back with a doctor in a medical coat.

They got Shawn into an emergency treatment room, where the doctor immediately got to work by cutting his clothes apart with a pair of scissors. The doctor gasped out loud when he saw the many scars decorating Shawn’s broad back.

“All these scars… were you in the army before, Sir?” the doctor asked out of curiosity while he cleaned up Shawn’s wounds.

“No,” Shawn’s answer was curt. He gritted his teeth as the doctor applied disinfectant on his wound and prepped some equipment to stitch up his wound. Leah turned away from the treatment table, unable to bear watching such a painful scene, especially when the person who had saved her was lying on the table. She was ridden with guilt, but at the same time fearful that her guilt would make her forget all the horrible things Shawn had done to Han.

The treatment room was quiet save for the sound of the doctor working on his stitches and his heavy

breathing. Fifteen minutes later, he was all done, allowing Leah to breathe a sigh of relief. “Alright, don’t let the wound come in contact with water, and come back next week to take the stitches out,” he informed Shawn.

Shawn got up from the treatment bed impatiently and looked at Leah. “Let’s go,” he told her and began walking without waiting for her. Leah could only chase after him, watching the wound on his back worriedly.

…

It was way past midnight by the time Shawn and Leah got home. Leah tried to get some sleep, but she was constantly distracted by Lucy who was busying about in her room.

“Ms. White, the sheets have been turned down and I’ve burnt some lavender incense to help you sleep better,” Lucy informed Leah. “It’s getting late, so I’ll leave you to get some sleep.”

Just as Lucy was about to leave the room, Leah called out for her. “Lucy, was Shawn always like how he is today?” Leah was utterly confused. Someone who protected the weak in the face of danger could not possibly be an evil person, but this was the same person who did such horrible things to Han.

“Mr. Ford might not be good at showing his emotions, but I assure you, he is a good man,” Lucy answered Leah’s question seriously. Once upon a time, she had been tricked by some people from her village and was almost sold into slavery, but Mr. Ford saved her and let her stay and work for the Ford family.

“Really?” Leah wondered out loud.

“You’ll understand what I mean one day, Ms. White. Get some rest tonight, my dear,” Lucy said before leaving Leah’s room.

…

Alfred paced about the hospital aisle nervously outside the operating theater. His pacing only made Ben more nervous and restless. Ben tugged on Alfred’s arm and forced him to sit down. “Would you please just sit down?” the irritation was clear in Ben’s voice.

Alfred stared at the doors of the operating theater, his eyes filled with worry. “I’m… I’m just nervous…” he gulped. The surgery only had a success rate of 50%. It was initially 90%, but Han kept delaying the surgery and missed out on the optimal window for treatment. Alfred’s face scrunched up in disgust at the thought of Leah. “It’s all Leah’s fault,” he bit out. “If it was not for her, Mr. Howard would not have to deal with all these hardships. His company would not have fallen into Shawn Ford’s hands either.”

Ben sighed in frustration. “Don’t let Mr. Howard hear you say that,” he warned Alfred. Ben was Han’s longest serving associate, yet even he could not say with confidence that he knew Han well. If Han had truly loved Leah, he would not have married Molly back then. However, he was willing to give everything up just to save Leah’s life. “Mr. Howard hates presumptuous people the most,” Ben hinted at Alfred.

Alfred was just about to retort when the doors to the operating theater flung wide open and a doctor dressed in scrubs appeared. Ben and Alfred got up and rushed toward the doctor.

“Dr. Clinton, how did the surgery go? Was it successful?” they asked nervously.