Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 341 Chapter 341: Stella, frail and aging, leaned heavily on her two helpers, each step a cautious shuffle. She glared at Eileen with an intensity that seemed to cut through the air between them.

Sensing the growing tension in the room, Josue swiftly rose from his seat and intercepted Stella before things could escalate further.

"Mrs. Dawson, it's been too long. It seems trouble always follows when we meet-must be ssort of bad luck charm," Josue said with a forced lightness. "Please, take a seat here and let's wait for the news. The doctor said Bryan is fine." Josue guided Stella to a nearby bench, practically pulling her down onto it. Stella lacked the strength to resist his firm grasp, and as soon as she was seated, she turned to him sharply.

"Josue Payne, letgo. I just want to ask Eileen if she'll only be satisfied once Bryan dies in front of her." Josue stood his ground, his eyes fixed on Eileen, who stood with an air of defiance. "Whether you want to believe it or not, if Bryan were to collapse right now, it wouldn't be you struggling to cope, but her. And if Bryan were to sacrifice himself for her, he'd do it willingly!" Josue's words cut through Stella, leaving her at a loss for words.

"So, she's entirely wrong. If you can't even manage your own grandson, why create problems for others?" Josue bent down slightly, placing a hand gently on Stella's back, cautious of her escalating temper. Morε updates in GalEileen turned away, unmoved by Stella's fury. Her gaze remained fixed on the red light in the top right corner of the waiting room, her thoughts consumed solely by Bryan.

Then, the doors to the operating room swung open, and Bryan emerged, unsteady on his feet.

His white shirt was marred with bloodstains, his complexion pale, and a portion of his hair on the right side had been shaved and was now wrapped in bandages. He looked a stark contrast to his usual lively and handsself.

His eyes flickered, landing on Eileen, who was struggling to rise from the floor.

Dizzy from crying, Eileen rushed toward him and threw herself into his arms.

His body swayed slightly, prompting the attending medical staff to step forward quickly and offer their support. Once steady, they retreated, and Bryan moved closer to Stella, who had also risen and moved toward him. "Madam, Mr. Dawson is stable," the doctor explained.

"However, his left palm is severely shattered, with the bones fragmented, which will limit his hand's mobility. He has also sustained a serious head injury with significant blood loss and a mild concussion" the doctor explained earnestly.

Eileen ignored the doctor's words, pressing her face against Bryan's chest, comforted by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Look at him, still strong enough to hold onto a woman. He's fine," Josue remarked, his voice carrying a hint of relief.

As he saw Stella trying to separate Eileen and Bryan, he quickly stepped in, gently taking hold of Stella's arm to defuse the situation. "Con now, with a grandson like him, if you step back and let things be, he might just give you two grandkids in three years. But remember, no interfering." Reluctantly acknowledging Josue's support for Eileen, Stella stepped back to listen to the doctor.

Eileen loosened her grip on Bryan's hand, lifting her head to look at his pale face. She leaned in, softly pressing her lips against his.

Pulling back slightly, she asked, "Does it hurt?" "Not physically, but seeing you cry hurts my heart," he replied, his fingers gently tangling in her hair. He leaned down to kiss her again, their noses touching tenderly.

After the car accident, Bryan was dazed. One singular thought dominated his mind - even if he had just one breath remaining, he had to extricate himself from the vehicle and make sure Eileen saw that he was still alive.

As the wound on his head was being stitched up, Bryan slowly regained consciousness. Impatient with the nurses' slow pace, he turned over, got off the operating table, and walked out on his own.

With a faint grin, he muttered, "I must really be getting old... I almost didn't make it. Thank goodness you're here." Then, leaning against the wall, he tightly held onto Eileen.

"We can't afford to waste any more time. How many more seven years must we let slip by? How many years do we have left to spend together?" He had let seven years pass by, but he was grateful that she had been by his side during those years, instead of with other men.

Almost a year had passed in the blink of an eye since their wedding had been called off.

"Okay..." At Eileen's words, Bryan suddenly chuckled, his body slowly sinking. His eyelids grew heavy, unable to stay open as he watched her panic and call for the doctor.

Weakened by blood loss, he slipped into unconsciousness, needing at least two weeks to recover before leaving the hospital.

Upon being discharged, he still had months of recovery ahead to fully recuperate.

In the VIP ward, Eileen finally understood the gravity of the situation from the doctor's explanations.

She was thankful to Josue, who had managed to convince Stella to leave, allowing them sprivacy.

Alone in the ward with Bryan, she gently removed his blood-stained shirt, noticing the heavy bandages on his left hand.

Recalling Bryan's unexpectedly firm hold on her moments earlier and noticing the bruises on his body, likely from the crash, she thought it might be causing him noticeable discomfort when he embraced her.

She fetched a basin of warm water and carefully cleansed his face of the remaining blood, then moved to his neck and chest.

Once finished, she helped him change into a fresh patient gown with the nurse's assistance.

By the tshe was done, darkness had completely fallen outside.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps broke the silence of the corridor, and the ward door swung open. "Eileen?" Bailee and Ruby burst in, their eyes showing signs of tears.

Relieved to find Eileen unharmed, they let out a collective sigh of relief.

But their faces reflected a mix of emotions as they looked at Bryan in the hospital bed.

Ruby stared at Eileen and Bryan's hands intertwined, her expression filled with complex emotions.

Eileen spoke softly, her head bowed slightly. "I know you were worried about me, but..." "I get it." Seeing Eileen tear up, Ruby rushed to her side, saying earnestly, "I respect your decision. As for him, I won't comment." The hospital room was quiet, except for Bryan's gentle breathing.

After a brief moment, Eileen remembered their sick child.

Releasing Bryan's hand gently, Eileen crossed the room and asked urgently, "How's Gabriela? What did the doctor say? Where is she right now?" Ruby comforted Eileen with a reassuring pat on her back. “Hey, don't worry. It's nothing serious. The doctor gave her smedicine, and her fever has gone down. Josue and Kylie are looking after her at hwith Milford. They've got it all covered." "I'll stay here at the hospital. Just keep an eye on her for me. Callright away if anything comes up.” Eileen felt a pang of concern, realizing she might not see Gabriela for at least a week.

Bailee glanced at the bed, her voice soft. "Eileen, aren't you going to tell him about Gabriela?" "I'll wait until he's discharged from the hospital." Eileen was determined to tell Bryan about Gabriela when the twas right. She knew revealing it now might distract him from recovering properly.

"Alright, you take care of him here, and I'll handle Gabriela," Bailee said, giving Eileen's arm a reassuring pat. "And do you wantto bring you a nutritious meal every day?" "Absolutely!" Ruby exclaimed, her voice firm. "Tomorrow morning, I'll go out and grab sbones for soup. If you're free around noon, swing by and pick them up. If not, Josue can handle it." Bailee let out a sigh and gave Eileen a sympathetic smile. “Mom's right. That's what I meant.” Eileen found comfort in their words.

"It's getting late now. You both should head back and rest. Stay safe." Bailee, having been practicing her driving skills, was now able to manage on her own, making it easier for her to get around late at night.

After seeing them off, Eileen sat down by Bryan's hospital bed, deep in thought.

Eventually, she stood up and walked over to the window, pulling out her phone to call Julio.

As soon as the call connected, Jujumped in, "I've been waiting for your call. The traffic accident was om Cacintentional determined to be an attempt on your life by the SUV's owner. He confessed but said he mistook the target. However, his personal account received 500,000, transferred under Kaysen's name." Kaysen thought he had it all figured out, believing he was untouchable.

He wanted everyone to know that he couldn't be messed with.

But then the 500,000 went down the drain, and Eileen emerged unscathed.

No... it wasn't just wasted; it brought real disaster.

"I'm going after the Ferguson Group," Eileen stated firmly, her voice cold.

Jusighed heavily. "The Ferguson Group is finally getting back on track. This chaos will set them back again. But since you work for me, go ahead and do it. Just don't bankrupt me. I'm willing to accept it, even though I've brought this trouble upon myself." Eileen paused, then asked in surprise, “Did you anticipate that I would take this step?" Juchuckled softly. "Dawson has gone above and beyond for you, even risking his life now. If you don't act, won't it bother you?"

Now, Eileen relied on Juand the Ferguson Group more than ever. She needed to keep Juinformed mone was just a heads-up; even if Judidn't agree, Eileen knew she had ways to persuade him. Early in the morning, Bryan developed a fever. Eileen hurriedly called the nurse, who quickly administered a fever-reducing injection.

"Why did he get a fever?" Eileen asked anxiously. "Could there be an undetected issue with his injuries?" "Don't worry. It's normal after such trauma and blood loss," the nurse explained.

Eileen frowned, concerned. "We knew this was likely, so why didn't we prevent it? Could it worsen his concussion?" Chapter 341 Tip: You can use left, right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.