Chapter 1140
"The Boss will definitely pull through."
Felton's brain finally caught up, realizing she must be speaking out of sheer anger. How could she possibly want the Boss dead?
"Yeah, he'd better," Juniper muttered absently, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Otherwise, I'm going to take all his things, all his money, and all his people... and I'll go find a toy boy who's younger and handsomer than him..."
As she trailed off, her eyes suddenly filled with mist, her voice trembling. "So, he has to live. He will live!"
Felton pressed his lips together, not daring to say another word.
If he and Flint had known the "change of plans" would be this life-threatening, they wouldn't have helped the Boss hide it from Ms. Payne, even if he threatened to tear them limb from limb.
If anything happened to the Boss, they would never forgive themselves.
Juniper remained silent. She pulled out her iPad and tuned into the live streams.
The first broadcast showed Shanley's parents departing from the main estate, rushing toward the hospital.
In the video, Hayden Schwartz looked pale and haggard, his eyes bloodshot, carefully supporting his wife.
In his arms, Miranda Zuniga, a famously fierce and unyielding director, was weeping uncontrollably, her legs so weak she could barely walk.
In the end, Hayden had to carry her into the car.
Netizens commented:
[The head of the Schwartz Group loses his only son. Absolutely devastating.]
[Director Zuniga is an Iron Lady. I've never seen her cry like this. Shanley's condition must be truly critical.]
Right after that.
Reporters caught footage of Hannah leaving the estate.
Leaning heavily on her cane and supported by the maids, she hobbled forward unsteadily.
Tear tracks stained her weathered face, her eyes brimming with sheer panic.
She hadn't taken more than a few steps before her eyes rolled back and she fainted on the spot.
Rumor had it...
The elderly Mr. Schwartz had fainted the exact second he heard the news of his grandson's crash.
Because of that, the media hadn't managed to get any pictures of him.
Half an hour later.
Juniper arrived at Eclara Hospital.
A massive swarm of reporters crowded the entrance, all waiting for an update on Shanley's condition.
Juniper put her cap and sunglasses back on and pushed the car door open without hesitation.
In a flash.
Every single camera lens and flashing bulb locked onto her.
The incessant *click-click-click* of shutters hummed in the air, incredibly grating.
Reporters shouted question after question.
Juniper tuned out every word, walking briskly into the hospital under the tight protection of her bodyguards.
Walking in a total daze, she finally reached the emergency room.
Outside the doors, Hayden and Miranda had already arrived.
"Juniper."
Seeing her, Miranda instantly stumbled over, grabbing her hands tightly. "Shanley..."
Didn't he say it was just an act? That there wouldn't be any real danger?
When she saw the news and the live footage, she had been absolutely terrified.
"Miranda, I'm so sorry," Juniper
sre
lowered her voice, speaking wet
profound guilt. "I should have
hed change the plan
Time had been too tight, and there were too many moving pieces.
Her brain hadn't connected the dots fast enough.
"I'm sorry," Juniper repeated.
"It's not your fault."
Miranda had mostly guessed the reason. That foolish boy must have kept Juniper in
the dark about changing the plan.
Juniper looked even paler than she did.
She was clearly terrified.
"The Schwartz Medical Center is fully prepped. We can transfer Shanley there at any moment."
Miranda forced herself to stay
Surting Juniper instead.
"Sweetheart, do whatever it is you need to do Ml stay here witho
ne content belongs to
"Miranda..."
"Say no more." Miranda patted Juniper's arm, her voice choking with emotion. "I understand, and I forgive him Shanley must have had his reasons for doing this