Chapter 92


    Waiting A week had passed since Aren had be unconscious. Throughout this time, I basically lived


    in the clinic, only migrating between my Grandma’s room and my husband’s room. I quickly found out


    that frustration and restlessness weren’t the only things that I had to struggle with in the meantime. Being


    Aren’s wife came with responsibilities that I hadn’t been aware of until the moment my husband fell into a


    coma, and I was given the authority over… basically everything he owned.


    Aren’s suite within the clinic had strangely be my office; the ce where I met Neil, thewyers,


    and even Lan Diamond Corporation’s executives. I was terrified of every decision I had to make on my


    own in Aren’s name. Neil helped me as much as he could, but at the end of the day, I was the one calling


    all the shots.


    I spent endless hours in front of myputer, learning about business terms and definitions that would


    help me understand what those people were talking to me about. Thank God that I was a fast learner.


    Nheless, I barely slept and even fainted in the bathroom once. Doctor Crawford threatened me that


    he would put me into one of the clinic’s hospital rooms if I didn’t start taking care of myself better. As


    much as I loved that guy, I didn’t want to be his patient… I couldn’t. I had no time for that.


    While I was sitting by Aren’s bed, Jack and Chris spent their days taking care of the mess that Packton


    and his men made. The case had reached the highest authorities’ ears and the investigation was now


    moving at full speed. With the recording from the night at the Red Hook and the evidence Norton, n,


    and I had found provided by Jack Collins, Lester Packton, his men who were visible in the recording,


    Francis Marshall senior and junior, and Nn Marshall were all used of a series of charges. Of


    course, I was happy with that result, especially since it had given Jack his job back, but this whole


    mission hadn’t brought us any closer to finding out the identity of the man who had nned my


    kidnapping.


    “Are you still sitting here?” Jack frowned, looking at me as I was leaning over Aren’s bed.


    I shrugged. “Where else would I be?”


    He walked closer, crossing his hands over his chest. “I thought that the doctor told you that there is


    nothing endangering his current state. All he needs to do is wake up.”


    I nodded. “Yes, and I will be here when it happens.”


    He sighed, looking me up and down. “Cora, you look miserable and exhausted. Do you think he would


    have wanted you to act like this? Go get some rest.”


    “I get enough sleep now that I got scolded by Doctor Crawford. Besides, I cannot rest”-I pointed at the


    pile of documents lying on the table-“because I have tons of documents to analyze and sign.” “Cora, you


    are overworking yourself, and you are stressed. Go home,” Jack saidmandingly. “I can’t go back to


    the penthouse, Jack!” I snapped. “I can’t go there because I can’t handle being there without Aren! I will


    go insane there, Jack…” My agitated tone quickly turned into a


    soft cry.


    Jack walked over and hugged me. “I didn’t mean to upset you… I just wanted to help.”


    I smiled dryly. “Jack, I appreciate your good intentions, but you can’t help me. Yet, you can start


    investigating Aren’s mother’s death. You can begin by checking George Richardson and looking for the


    missing pathology report. I can contact you with my friends, n and Norton if you need help with tracing


    bank transactions and stuff like that.” A sound of frustration escaped Jack’s throat. “You begin to sound


    like him, you know? You became a boss a little over a week ago, and you already order me around. For


    your information, I am already on the case. It is now officially reopened, and I will soon work with the


    prosecutors’ office to form charges against James Winton and George Richardson,” he stated, frowning


    at me. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Do I really sound like Aren?”


    “Yes, you do! And you are turning into a crazy workaholic like him! Don’t let those corporate bastards


    exhaust you to death!” he eximed., “Jack… Keep your voice down,” I said calmly, ring at him. “This


    is a patient’s room, and you need to be quiet.” “You are impossible,” he huffed, helplessly dropping his


    hands before he walked toward the door. “Take care of yourself, Cora, or Chris and I will force you to.”


    He waved me goodbye and left.


    I wasn’t sure what his threat was about, but I had no time to think about it. I grabbed myputer, took


    the pile of documents, and started going through every paragraph on every page while simultaneously


    reading emails fromwyers and managers. Thankfully, Neil kept sending me a list of issues and


    people’s requests that I could temporarily ignore, hoping that Aren would wake up before I would be


    forced to make my decision. I had never thought that I would be forced to run a multi-billion dor


    corporation with hundreds of people wanting to eat me alive every day. How could Aren do this all by


    himself? From the moment I stepped into his shoes, I started to admire my husband even more…


    I finished dealing with the documents around 1 AM. I was dead tired, but at the same time, I felt a strong


    need to confess to someone. I left Aren’s room and walked down the corridor to my Grandma’s. She


    looked as peaceful as ever in the rose room where Aren put her. I think she would have loved the design.


    I sat by her bed and grabbed her hand.


    “Granny…” I started softly. “There is something I need to tell you…” I took a deep breath as a smile


    instantly curled my lips at the thought of what I was about to say. “I broke with the women of the Bell


    family’s tradition. I got married, and I fell in love with my husband. He treats me well, and I hope that one


    day he will love me just as much as I love him. Perhaps one day I will bear a child with the man who


    cherishes me… Isn’t that weird?” Iughed, shedding a few tears along the way.


    I knew that Grandma wouldn’t want me to follow in her and Mom’s footsteps and struggle on my own for


    many years. I was the first to have a man by my side, even if it was a contractual marriage. “You know,


    Granny… The man I love is in aa right now. He is lying in a bed a few rooms


    away from your room. If it is true, and you in your state have ess to a different level of consciousness,


    would you find him for me, and tell him to get his ass back here?” I smirked, trying to sound smug before


    bursting out into tears. “I really need him right now…”


    I couldn’t even tell when I stopped crying or when I copsed and fell asleep by Grandma’s bed. The


    nurse woke me up at six o’clock, asking if I was feeling OK. Since it was the same nurse who snitched


    me to Doctor Crawford after she had found me in the bathroom, I spent a whole hour convincing her that


    I was all right and that my falling asleep in a strange position with my upper body lying on the bed and


    the rest of me sitting in the chair was purely an ident.


    By the time I walked back to Aren’s room, Neil was already there to hand me a new pile of documents to


    review, revise, or sign. The new day had begun. I couldn’t even remember if I had eaten anything that


    day. I only remember spending a few hours trying to understand one of the deals. Even if Neil assured


    me that it was one of the contracts that Aren had already epted and I only needed to sign it, I wanted


    to make sure that I wouldn’t make any mistakes and jeopardize my husband’s business.


    It was past 10 PM when I shut down myptop, deciding to take a break. I got up from my seat and


    stretched when suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind and gagged me with tape. As I looked


    behind me, I saw Chris, smirking at me. I raised my eyebrows in shock, trying to ask him what he was


    doing, but before I could react, he used the same tape to restrain my hands, threw me over his shoulder,


    and walked out of Aren’s room. I groaned through the tape and struggled, but it didn’t affect Chris at all.


    “Oh, shut up, Cora! You’re in a clinic; keep your voice down!” He chuckled mischievously, walking into


    the elevator while carrying me.


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    I was more pissed off by the second. Why the hell would Chris do something like that?! I was even more


    annoyed to see absolutely no guards or medical staff in the corridors as he carried me out of the clinic. I


    bet that he must have arranged it beforehand. We came down to the underground parking lot where he


    walked with me on his shoulder toward the ck Porsche. As we walked closer, I saw Jack sitting inside.


    My annoyance turned into a wild rage. Jack opened the backseat door and Chris threw me inside the


    car.


    “You didn’t want to listen to me, so we are going to do it the hard way,” Jack said, a wicked grin crossing


    his mouth I frowned, trying to guess their intentions. Then I watched them get into the car and start the


    engine. When we were driving out of the parking lot, I mumbled something questionably, but at least they


    understood me… “We were thinking about how to help you, Cora, and we figured it out…” Jack chuckled,


    turning my way and winking at me. “We seriously need a drink. So tonight you are going with us, and we


    are going to drown all of your problems and sorrows.”