Chapter 8

Ethan raced to the hospital. The emergency room light was still on.

He’d run red lights the whole way, lost his suit jacket somewhere. Hair a mess, face pale—there wasn’t a trace of the polished banking heir left.

His assistant panted behind him, never having seen his boss this frantic.

“How is she?” Ethan grabbed a nurse’s arm, his voice shaking.

“Leg fracture, mild concussion. She’s stable—no life-threatening injuries. They’re closing the wounds now.”

No life-threatening injuries. Those six words hit him like a sedative. His whole body went slack, and he leaned against the wall, needing a long moment to compose himself.

“Investigate.” He lifted his head, eyes dark with fury. “Find the driver, find whoever’s behind this. They’ll pay.”