Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173: Get Lost!

’Before she used to reply me in a moment.’

Leaning back in his chair, he let out a slow exhale. It’s my fault. But back then, I had no other choice. His gaze drifted as memories resurfaced. Maybe I saw myself in her and I just wanted to be her strength, to keep her from giving up. And she did—better than I ever expected.

The moment was cut short by the sharp, urgent beep of a device on his desk. His expression turned cold, and he stood abruptly, rushing out of the study.

Eric and two other servants, alerted by the same device, followed closely behind him as they hurried down the stairs toward a specific room. Inside, a woman lay on the bed, her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe.

"Aiden! The injection," Eric called, already dialing the doctor.

Aiden was ahead of him, retrieving a small box from the bedside table. The two servants moved quickly, holding the woman steady as her body convulsed.

With practiced efficiency, Aiden inserted the needle and administered the injection. Slowly, the woman’s breathing eased, her body relaxing as the immediate danger passed.

One of the servants placed an oxygen mask over her face and let out a relieved breath. "Her pulse is stabilizing."

"The doctor is on his way," Eric reported, closing his phone.

Aiden gave a curt nod, his gaze never leaving the woman’s pale face. "One of you stays with her at all times," he ordered, his voice low but firm.

"Yes, Mr. Shaw," one of the servants responded immediately.

Aiden stood silently by the bedside, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of the woman’s chest beneath the oxygen mask. His features remained calm, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes—something that lingered just beneath the surface.

I won’t lose you. You will be alright soon.

The doctor arrived soon and performed a thorough examination of Ms. Shaw. Once finished, he stepped outside the room with Aiden and Eric.

"Mr. Shaw," the doctor said gravely, "we can’t afford to wait much longer."

Aiden gave a brief nod, his expression unreadable. He turned to Eric. "We leave tonight for the Imperial City."

Eric nodded without hesitation, pulling out his phone to begin making the necessary calls. This time, he didn’t question Aiden’s decision.

"What about the other person?" Eric asked, glancing at him. "Without her, taking Ms. Shaw to the Imperial City will be pointless."

"Don’t worry about that," Aiden replied confidently.

Within hours, all arrangements were in place. A private jet, fully equipped with medical facilities, was prepared to ensure Ms. Shaw’s safe travel. In her unconscious state, she was carefully transferred to the aircraft, unaware that she was being taken to the very place she had vowed never to return to.

An hour later, the jet lifted off from the private airstrip, heading for the Imperial City.

Inside the jet’s cabin, Eric sat across from Aiden, a flicker of unease on his face. "How do you plan to bring Natalie into this?"

Aiden leaned back slightly, his expression calm and composed. "The man who is after me because of her—he’ll bring her to me."

Eric frowned. "You know you’ll have to tell them the truth."

Justin smirked slightly. "If he’s rushing to meet me now, it means he needs something. By now, he must have realized that we’re not just some ordinary opponents—and certainly not weak. Let him get a little more desperate."