Chapter 1245

Darren was standing nervously in the living room when Tyler arrived, looking panicked. Darren recognized his footsteps, and his anxiety grew even worse. He glanced at the maids nearby with a stern look, silently warning them not to get involved, and quickly made his way to the front door. Just as he reached it, Tyler stepped inside, his face tense. "Tyler, Tyler..." Darren called out, his voice shaky. Tyler froze in place, his eyebrows furrowing as he stared at Darren. There was more than just panic in Darren's voice—there was fear, too. "Hillary fell down the stairs today," Darren stammered, struggling to keep his voice steady. "She's in the hospital... We don't know if she's going to make it." "Are you sure she fell from the stairs?" Darren's eyes darted around the room, avoiding Tyler's gaze. He looked too nervous to answer directly. Without saying another word, Tyler walked past him and headed toward the stairs. He stood there silently, taking in the scene, his eyes tracing