Chapter 15

Over The Edge

As soon as Vincent and Brinley headed out for the hospital, Danica marched straight over to Hannah,her anger barely contained.

"You actually wanted Brinley gone, didn't you?"Danica questioned, shoving her finger closeto Hannah's face. "I can't believe it took me this long to see just how cruel you are."

Hannah didn't bother to offer any defense. "That figures. People from your family never bother to think before acting or throwing accusations."

Turning her back, Hannah made her way upstairs to get her phone.

Danica's attention was finally drawn to the steady stream of blood running down Hannah's right hand.

"Your hand is bleeding that badly, and you're just going to ignore it? You really think pulling a stunt like this will make Vincent care about you more?" Danica yelled up the stairs.

There was no reply from Hannah. She climbed each step slowly, as if she couldn't hear a word.

Her vision was a little hazy as the earlier scene replayed in her mind. Vincent brought every single word Brinley had uttered without a hint of doubt while dismissing her explanation outright. They had been together for five years as husband and wife.Yet, that still meant nothing compared to a single tear from his first love. What was the point of everything she'd done over the years? All of it just felt like a cruel joke.

Hannah pulled out her phone and called Rena, asking her for a ride to the hospital.

Meanwhile, on the journey to the hospital, Vincent sat up front beside the driver. Brinley was seated in the back.

A deep frown stayed etched on Vincent's face, and the tension refused to leave his brow. Hannah's stubborn face kept flashing through his mind,refusing to fade. He spoke in a clipped tone to Derek."Take us to the hospital. After that, go back and get Hannah. Make sure she's treated."

"Understood," Derek replied.

Brinley's gaze darted toward Vincent as she leaned a bit closer. "Vincent, I'm sure Hannah is alright. Try not to worry."

"Hope so," he replied curtly.

Brinley wanted to say more, but Vincent clearly wasn't in the mood for conversation. He answered her enthusiasm with short, blunt replies.

Once at the hospital, Brinley's tests showed no alarming issues. The only concern was the cuts on her hand from the shattered glass.

While her hand was being treated, she kept trying to lean into Vincent for comfort, but he always managed to shift away from her touch. After a while, he made an excuse to leave and walked out into the corridor.

Vincent stood alone in the hallway, still piecing his thoughts together, when his phone buzzed. Derek was calling. "Mr. Jones, Miss Brown has already taken your wife to the hospital."

"Alright," Vincent replied.

"Actually..." Derek hesitated, unsure whether to speak up.

Vincent's reply was cold. "Is there something else?"

"I saw blood all over the staircase, and it seems to be your wife's," Derek finally said, hesitating no more.Even though Brinley seemed to be the one Vincent favored these days, he still believed Vincent couldn't just turn his back on his wife.

A tightness formed in Vincent's throat. "Do you know which hospital she's in?"

"P'Il check right-"

Suddenly,someone rushed past Vincent. He glanced up and saw it was Rena.

"There's no need." Vincent ended the call and quickly caught up to Rena. "Tell me where Hannah is."

Rena spun around to face him, her anger flaring instantly. "You have some nerve showing concern now. I should be the one demanding answers-what exactly did you do to Hannah?" Her words came out shaky with rage. "Vincent, you made a promise to look after Hannah. And nowN look at her. You almost pushed her over the edge!"

Earlier, once rushing over to the Jones family estate,Rena had been greeted by the sight of Hannah slumping near the gates. There was no life in Hannah's eyes, and her face had turned ashen,as if the world had broken her.

To Rena, Hannah had looked like she was hanging on by a thread. However, even in that state, Hannah had forced a faint smile and insisted she was alright. But how could she possibly be fine?

Turning away, Rena made it clear she did not want to say another word to Vincent.

Vincent's expression grew grim. "What do you mean by that? Where is she right now?"