Chapter 941
Victoria Turner was quietly grateful. Her son-in-law, Hawthorne, was miles away, risking his own safety to secure life-saving medicine for her ex-husband, McNeil. It was in that moment she finally accepted him as family. Any lingering doubts she held about Hawthorne marrying Gwyneth for ulterior motives vanished completely. Now, her only wish was for her daughter to safely deliver her twins and for Hawthorne to return home unharmed. As for whether McNeil survived, she had already made her peace with it. Whatever happened was up to fate. Victoria and Gwyneth talked on the phone for a while longer before Victoria finally, reluctantly, hung up.
Gwyneth felt significantly better after speaking with her mother. Her emotions leveled out, and the cramping in her stomach subsided. A soft knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. It was Butler Parham, escorting the family doctor. The physician gave Gwyneth a thorough examination, strictly advising her to keep her stress levels down to protect the pregnancy. He prescribed some stabilizing medication and took his leave.
After taking the medicine Butler Parham prepared, Gwyneth drifted into a deep sleep. The moment she woke up, she immediately dialed Connor's number, desperate for an update on Hawthorne. The line rang endlessly with no answer. Unable to sit still, Gwyneth threw off the covers and headed for the door. Butler Parham tried to intercept her, urging her to stay safely inside, but Gwyneth's worry for Leonie eclipsed everything else. She had her driver take her straight to the hospital.
As she approached the VIP suite, a blood-curdling scream echoed through the corridor. It was Leonie. Gwyneth shoved the door open and froze. Connor had Leonie pinned to the mattress by her wrists while she thrashed and shrieked hysterically. Thinking they were having a violent argument, Gwyneth rushed forward to pull Connor off her.
But as she got closer, she realized Leonie was completely out of her mind, fighting with suicidal desperation. Connor hadn't expected Gwyneth to show up. He looked over his shoulder, his face tight with strain. "Get back! She's losing it, and I can't hold her much longer. Hit the call button for the nurses!"
Ever since she woke up, Leonie had been acting like a woman possessed, screaming until her voice gave out, begging to find Mr. and Mrs. Everhart. Connor was a built man, his muscles toned. by years of high-intensity racing, yet even he was struggling to keep the frantic woman restrained. Terrified, Gwyneth watched as Connor
trapped Leonie's thrashing limbs to keep her from accidentally striking Gwyneth.
Gwyneth slammed the call button on the wall. A team of doctors and nurses flooded into the room seconds later, looking appalled at the chaos. Moving with practiced efficiency, the nurses wrestled Leonie down while the doctor prepared a heavy sedative. Gwyneth stood off to the side, her heart pounding, as the nurse slowly. plunged the needle into Leonie's arm. They even brought out medical restraints, strapping Leonie's wrists and ankles to the bed rails to stop her from hurting herself.
Connor stood by the bed, drenched in sweat. Once she was tied down, Leonie's mental state seemed to fracture even further. Delirious, she stared at the ceiling, sobbing for her parents, endlessly repeating that she was the one who had killed them. Tears streamed down Gwyneth's face. Even Connor's eyes grew, suspiciously red. He stared at Leonie's broken form, then suddenly raised a hand and slapped himself hard across the face.
Gwyneth grabbed his arm, knowing the crushing guilt he carried. "Connor, please don't do this to yourself. What happened to Leonie isn't your fault. Dorian manipulated her from the start."
Gwyneth had already run a background check on Dorian Fletcher. She knew he spent his life preying on women, mastering exactly what they wanted to hear. It was no surprise someone as sheltered and naive as Leonie had fallen so easily into his trap.