Chapter 1203
Darwin was floored.
Christopher stepped up and knocked him out cold.
"Mrs. Solomon, we gotta get to the hospital now," Christopher said, helping Darwin up.
Fiona looked so fragile.
She stumbled after them.
Seeing her shaking, Mike took off his coat and draped it over her.
"What are you doing here?" Fiona asked.
"Let's get to the hospital first. I'll explain later," Mike said, looking at her with deep sympathy.
Fiona was always so upbeat, tough, and kind-hearted, always helping out with charity work.
Mike thought someone like her deserved an easy life, blessed by God.
But Fiona kept facing one bad thing after another.
Mike felt a pang of regret.
He shouldn't have told Chelsea about this. As a loyal servant of the Rhoads Family, it was his job to keep the peace.
When he found out about Darwin's illness, he should've arranged an accident to get rid of him. That way, Chelsea's pain would've been temporary, not endless like now.
Or he should've let Christopher take Chelsea ashore earlier, and stayed in the water himself, waiting for Darwin to drown before bringing him to shore.
That would've been better than this mess.
Mike had already called an ambulance from the Rhoads Group hospital.
Once Darwin was in the ambulance, they gave him a sedative.
Fiona sat beside him. The bruises on her neck were shocking.
It showed how much force Darwin had used, which even frightened Christopher.
Fortunately, her neck was only bruised and she didn't suffer more severe injuries.
At the same time, Christopher was also puzzled.
Darwin and Fiona seemed to have a good relationship. Since he was rescued, he was a model husband.
Why would he suddenly try to kill Fiona?
He looked like a completely different person, vicious and ferocious.
At the hospital, Darwin had some exams.
He had minor abrasions and a potential lung infection from drowning, which needed watching.
The worst injuries were from Christopher's kick and his dislocated arm.
It was not until the dead of night that Darwin finally lay down in the hospital room, drifting into a deep slumber under the influence of medication.
Fiona sat in the corridor, pale and staring at the floor.
Footsteps echoed.
Fiona looked up.
She saw Ashton, Burl, and Kenny.
Ashton's eyes were notably bloodshot, clearly evidence of having cried all the way there.
Fiona's eyes welled up too.
Ashton ran to Fiona, squatted down, and looked at the bruises on her neck, tears streaming again.
She reached out to touch them but hesitated, afraid of hurting her.
"It doesn't hurt," Fiona said.
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