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CHAPTER 115
SEBASTIAN’S POV
“If I repeat myself then you won’t like the consequences,” I said sternly and looked away defiantly.
That was when I saw the most heart-wrenching scenario of my life. My eyes widened in shock and my heart flew out of my chest on seeing Brianna rolling down the stairs, her body hitting against the hard wooden surface.
“Brianna!!....” A loud gasp escaped my lips and I shouted her name.
The world around me seemed to stop as I rushed to her on the floor. I knelt before her, screaming her name and shaking her body slightly but she wasn’t even budging.
Her gown ripped at the sides and edges. Blood smeared on the top of her head and a few bruises lined the corners of her bare arms. Her skin was pale and her body felt cold to touch.
My shouts attracted the attention of my guards and the maids who gathered.
“Someone call the fucking ambulance!!” I screamed at the top of my voice.
At once, the maids dispersed and swung into action.
My heart was pounding in my ears, my entire body shivering with fear. I couldn’t breathe properly. I felt so weak. For the second time in my life, I feared I might lose her.
No….no…. that can’t happen. Not now. Not ever. Not when things were getting better. Not when we were finally going to be together. Forever.
Our love story can’t end when it is just beginning. I had a ring in a small box inside my suit pocket. I just bought it a few hours ago at a jewellery shop. It was one of the most beautiful rings I have ever seen. I was glad I chose and bought it and I was going to put it on her finger. I was going to propose to her tonight. We were going to spend the rest of our lives together.
Nothing will happen to her. She is strong. She will stay alive. She will live. Live for me. Live for the sake of our love.
I wanted to check for her pulse because it seemed like she wasn’t breathing. But someone tapped me on the shoulder. I looked back to see the head maid carrying a first aid box.
She urged me to step away a bit so she could administer it before the paramedics arrived.
I nodded and quickly got up, giving her space as she knelt before her. She opened the first aid box and began taking out a few medical supplies she needed for the administration.
I paced like a caged animal, my gaze never leaving Brianna on the floor. I tried to steady my erratic breaths and think clearly but it all seemed impossible.
How could this have happened? This wasn’t her first time climbing the stairs. She had done that a thousand times. Did she miss a step? Was it her gown? Was it because she was running?
I looked back to meet my uncle’s gaze. His hands were folded across his chest as he leaned by the dining area. He was shaking his head at me in somewhat disappointment and disapproval to my greatest dismay. I couldn’t believe him. It was his fault this happened to Brianna yet he was looking at me like that.
“You!” I threw at him like a thousand daggers, rage pumping through my veins like blood. “You’re still here. It’s your fault this happened! If you hadn’t said such cruel things to her, she wouldn’t have run upstairs and fallen…”
He didn’t say anything.
I rushed at him, not giving a fuck if we were related by blood. I wanted to throw him a punch so hard he’d fly across the room and lose consciousness. But my guards held me back.
“Get out!” I shouted at him. “Get the fuck out of my property and never come back…if you do, I swear I’ll chop your legs off.”
I heaved like a wounded beast.
My guard wanted to take him out. But he raised his hands for them not to touch him. He adjusted his suit and saw himself out, a look of disgust on his face. But I couldn't care less.
Just then I heard the wailing sound of an ambulance van.
“They’re here,” one of the maids announced and rushed to the door.
In a matter of seconds, the paramedics rushed in with a stretcher, some medical equipment, and a sense of urgency.
The head maid approached me with reassurance in her eyes. “She has a pulse,” she said softly, her voice carrying a glimmer of hope. “She’ll make it.”
She assured me and I breathed out in huge relief.