Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO - Chapter 398

Chapter 398: She is his wife. Shouldn’t she know?
Margaret felt her heart pound in her chest when she saw the nurse shaking her head. Her knees weakened and she nearly staggered to the floor.

Xander reacted instantly, his reflexes sharp as he reached out to steady her before turning to the nurse.

“How is the lady, nurse?”

With a sombre expression, the nurse responded seriously, “Mrs. Davies’s condition is critical. The doctor is treating her, but nothing can be said for certain yet. You will have to wait for the doctor to step out and update you in detail.”

She then retrieved the prescription from her pocket and handed it over. “We need these medicines immediately. Please arrange them as soon as possible.”

Xander exchanged a glance with Margaret before helping her steady herself. Taking the prescription from the nurse, he gave her a firm nod.

“Don’t worry. I will get it right away.”

With that, he turned and left.

Margaret slumped onto the sofa nearby as she watched the nurse walk back upstairs.

Because of Brenda’s fragile health, they have always kept a room prepared with all necessary medical equipment. a doctor remained on standby at all times to ensure that, should an emergency arise, help would never be too late.

Yet, despite all their preparations, a situation like this couldn’t be entirely prevented.

Brenda was getting old, and sooner or later, her health was bound to deteriorate.

Death was an inevitable truth of life.

Still, humans found it hard to accept —not because they feared dying, but because they couldn’t bear to imagine a world without the people they loved.

And Margaret was no different.

Her relationship with Brenda has long exceeded beyond the simple attachment between superior and subordinate.

When she first started working under Brenda’s guidance, she had treated her with respect due to a superior. But over the years, as time passed, Brenda became something more —someone that she looked up to.

A family —something she had never truly had.

And now, the mere thought that Brenda might leave this world … that she might once again be alone … filled with fear.

As she was drowning in those thoughts, hurried footsteps echoed through the hall. She looked up just as Xander eneted the mansion, breathless.

She stood up, approaching him in half the distance. “Did you get everything?” she asked.

“Yes, I brought everything.”

“Good, let go. We need to give it to Dr. Hans.”

Then, without delaying another moment, they rushed upstairs.

The nurse took the medicines and asked them to wait outside while she went inside to assist the doctor.

The air in the hallway felt eerily calm, yet thick with tension.

Margaret paced back and forth, unable to keep still, while Xander stood nearby, equally worried. They had been the two oldest subordinates under Brenda, having served her for years.

After a long silence, Xander finally spoke, his voice deep and contemplative.

“Ms. Margaret, I have been thinking about something.”

Margaret stopped pacing and turned to look at him. Though she didn’t say anything, her gaze signalled him to continue.

And Xander understood it well. But still, the hesitation was evident in his demeanour. It was clear whatever he was about to say, he wasn’t entirely sure about it himself.

However, even so, he was determined about it.

“Madam’s condition is already this bad,” he spoke cautiously. “We don’t know what will happen in the next second. She might … or might not …”

“Xander, the doctor is still treating her inside. Don’t say such ominous things,” Margaret warned, her tone sharp.

Xander shook his head. “I dare not,” he said earnestly. “But what I mean I, given her condition, wouldn’t it be better if we inform the Young Miss now? We don’t know what the future holds. God forbid, but what if something happens today … will we be able to live with the blame for not telling her?”

“Nothing will happen to her,” Margaret murmured shaking her head in denial.

Yet deep inside, she was scared.

Not about being blamed, but about …

“Ms. Margaret, Young Miss will be devastated if we tell her any later. We should inform her now before it’s too late.” Xander said with more firmness in his tone.

Margaret stared at him, weighing the decision in her mind.

And, just as she was about to agree, the door of the room swung open.

The nurse stood there, urgency in her voice.

“The lady is asking for both of you, Please, come in. Hurry!”

Xander and Margaret exchanged a gaze with each other before rushing inside the room.

***

Meanwhile …

Back in Winslow Residence,

Gianna wasn’t far from her usual carefree self.

Her eyes remained glued to her laptop screen, scanning through the various news articles with a frown.

“Gia, are you still on the call?” Efa’s voice came through the line, laced with impatience. “You can’t put me on the phone and just disappear like that.”

“I am still here, Mom” Gianna replied absentmindedly. “I was just reading the news. How did the situation turn out to be like this? Wasn’t everything going fine just a few days ago?”

“Gia, don’t concern yourself with what’s happening here,” Efa said, urgency creeping into her voice. “I only called to tell you —until your uncle tells his wife himself about this situation, you must not mention it to her.”

“But Mom, Arwen is his wife. Shouldn’t she know?” Gianna argued.

“I am not saying that she shouldn’t, Gia,” Efa tried to reason. “I am saying you don’t need to be the one to tell her. The situation doesn’t relate to her. But given the rumours online, if she read them, she might misunderstand and end up blaming herself.”

Gianna frowned but ultimately sighed in understanding.

For once, she didn’t argue. “Got it, Mom. I won’t say anything.”

Then after a brief pause, she added with a bit of relief, “And anyway, international news doesn’t spread that fast here. I doubt Arwen will find out unless she deliberately searches for it.”

She had barely finished speaking when a voice cut through the air —

“What won’t I be able to find out?”