Chapter 315

The rotor wash from the helicopter whipped up dust as it touched down on the hospital’s helipad. Before Stella Johnson could even move from Charles Hart’s arms, Michael Anderson had already strode over, signaling the bodyguards to separate them. "Charles needs immediate medical attention. Stella, you should take a break too." Michael’s tone was calm but firm, leaving no room for argument. Without waiting for Stella’s response, he had the nurses rush Charles into the emergency room, then personally led Stella to a VIP suite. The sharp scent of antiseptic hit her nose the moment they entered the room. She stood by the window, anxiety written all over her face as she stared out, her thoughts consumed by Charles’s condition. Standing behind her, Michael looked at her for a moment, then finally spoke, his voice low, "Stella, I have a private art show coming up. I’d like you to come." Stella turned around, surprised. "An art show? With everything going on now..." "Just think of it as a break