Chapter 97 Not Your Fault

Roman's heart skipped a beat. If Cole were crippled, his life would be over. Gabriel had truly been enraged this time. Roman didn't dare ask questions or even guess at the reasons for such doings. He simply said, "Yes, Mr. Holton. I'll take care of it right away." Then, he hurried out of the office. Gabriel pressed a hand to his temple. "Where's Emily now? Where can she go at this hour after leaving the apartment in the middle of the night…" ... Emily dragged her suitcase to Mallory's apartment and stood outside the door. She didn't cry, and neither did a single tear well up in her eyes. It was midnight when Mallory heard the doorbell ring. She shuffled to the door in her slippers, but the second she saw who it was, all trace of sleep vanished. "Mills?" Emily looked disheveled and was clutching her suitcase handle so tightly her knuckles were white. Mallory's heart sank as she yanked Emily inside. "What happened?" Emily sat on the couch, and it took her a long time before she