Chapter 1393 Icy Words
Kai broke into a cold sweat from the pain. Though he had no personal rule against hitting women, they were in a hospital with Adams family members just behind that door. He'd have to let this one go.
As the excruciating pain subsided, he slowly straightened, fixing Ann with an icy stare.
Ann ignored him, carefully watching through the window. She stood there for two hours until her legs went numb, waiting for any sign of movement.
Finally, under everyone's watchful eyes, Paul's eyelids fluttered.
Emily reacted first, grabbing his hand. "Paul!"
He opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Tears streamed down Emily's face. "Paul, how do you feel? Do you remember anything?"
Paul's head ached, though it had been a minor procedure. He rubbed his forehead as they helped him sit up.
The other Adams family members looked uneasy, quickly masking their expressions.
"Thank God you're alright, Paul."
"It's a miracle. I never believed you were really dead."
The truth was, none of them had bothered to verify the body before rushing to hold a funeral.
Emily glanced toward Ann standing outside, malice glinting in her eyes. "Paul, that tramp took advantage while you were unconscious—claimed she was your wife! Disgusting. You can't let her get away with it."
Paul had just regained consciousness and found the noise irritating.
Emily watched him intently. Before surgery, he'd defended Ann. Would he now?
"Paul, don't you want to confront Ann?"
Paul's brow furrowed, his voice cold. "Everyone out. Send Alex in."
He had important matters to discuss with Alex.
He never mentioned Ann.
Emily's face lit up with triumph. "Alex is waiting outside. I'll get him right away!"
The other family members filed out quickly. Emily was the last to leave, and as she passed Ann, she delivered another stinging slap.
"It's over, you little slut. Paul woke up and didn't even ask about you. Save yourself the humiliation and leave."
Ann held her cheek, suddenly stubborn. "I need to speak with him. Just a few words."
Emily exploded—was this woman seriously trying to worm her way into the Adams family? She pointed at her two bodyguards. "You two, get her out of here!"
Ann's voice rose desperately as she clutched the door handle. "Paul! I need to talk to you!"
Through the door, Paul heard her voice—part pleading, part determined. But he said nothing, just leaned back and stared out the window.
Emily, emboldened by Paul's silence, grabbed Ann by the hair. "Haven't you had enough? After the beating you took that night, you still dare show your face around Paul? I swear I'll slap you every time I see you. Now get out!"
Tears spilled down Ann's cheeks. She felt numb to the physical pain, repeating stubbornly, "I just need a few words with him."
Finally, Paul's voice came from inside—but his words hit her like a slap.
"Ann, can't you take a hint? You're being annoying."
Paul rarely showed emotion so openly, rarely displayed such irritation. Even when he'd humiliated her before, he'd been coldly detached.
Now, through the door, his voice carried not just irritation but disgust.
Ann suddenly remembered Raymond's warning not to expect anything from Paul once he regained consciousness. Her tears fell harder.
In just hours, she'd gone from heaven to hell.
She carefully pushed the door open a crack, her voice breaking. "What about Tan? Are you abandoning him too?"
Paul's brow furrowed. "What 'Tan'? I'm injured, and you're chasing me to the hospital—have you forgotten your place, Ann?"
His cold, cutting tone left Ann frozen.
Paul looked up at her. "Desperate women disgust me."
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