Chapter 267 Her Identity Exposed
The nurse stepped forward, "Miss Rhoads, time's up."
Fiona nodded slightly and finally reached out, gently holding Darwin's hand, "I'm heading off now."
Her voice was soft, desperately holding back a tempest of emotions inside her. If she let go, there'd be nobody left to stay strong for Darwin.
He was the master of Solomon and Solomons, with a vast fortune now lying exposed in the shadows, ready to be gobbled up the moment Darwin was gone. But Fiona wouldn't let that happen.
What belonged to Darwin stayed his; no one could steal it.
She stood up and with her thumb, gently caressed the back of Darwin's hand, allowing herself a small moment of release. As she was about to retract her hand, Darwin's fingertips twitched.
Fiona stared in shock, then quickly leaned closer to him. Darwin's eyes, previously shut tight, now cracked open slightly, as if looking at her.
"Darwin!"
The composure Fiona had maintained shattered in an instant.
Leaning in, she asked, "Are you awake?"
The nurse hurried off to call for the doctor.
Darwin looked at Fiona and his lips moved with effort.
"What is it?" She asked, moving even closer.
Then, faintly, she heard him say, "Don't go..."
Fiona's heart felt as if it had been struck by a hammer, and tears immediately broke through her defenses. She nodded frantically, "Okay, I'll stay, I won't leave..."
Darwin seemed so very tired.
It was only after hearing the comforting words that he closed his eyes again.
The doctor arrived swiftly.
After the examination, he too let out a sigh of relief, "Waking up, even briefly at this time, is a positive sign. Once his vital signs stabilize, he can be moved out of the ICU!"
"Thank you so much," Fiona said with a bow, her voice choked with emotion.
"The patient's willpower is crucial with injuries of this severity. He's fighting to hang on because he has people and things he can't let go of," the doctor said kindly.
Fiona obviously couldn't stay in the ICU indefinitely. She needed treatment as well. So, she sat outside the ICU, reading and recording one of Darwin's favorite books, then playing the recording for him inside.
By noon, Ashton had been persistently looking for her. She said goodbye to Darwin and went home for some rest.
"You can't deny it, without me, your family would never manage," Ashton said as she wheeled Fiona out to the balcony to soak up some sun.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a drone sneaking in and immediately sent the coordinates to the bodyguard.
Within seconds, the drone was taken down.
Yesterday's explosion was all over the news and the uproar hadn't died down.
If it were just a simple attack, it might not have drawn as much attention.
But the people involved were none other than Darwin and his high-profile heiress wife, who had just made headlines days before—an entirely different matter.
Beyond the incident itself.
There were those delving into the mysterious identity of the heiress wife.
"At the eighth second of this video, the Caucasian bodyguard running... he shouts 'Chelsea,' right? I did a quick search of the name Chelsea and after spending all night, I found several highly suspicious Asian faces!"
A few photos followed.
The last image was a question mark.
"After another round of elimination, I've ruled out the first five. Yes, the most likely suspect is this mystery lady. Here's an intro about her – Chelsea, the granddaughter of Janna Rhoads' second son, the undeniable heiress apparent of the Rhoads family."
"And you think that's all? No, no, no, in addition, she's the boss of the recently emerging Monsoon Investment. Yes, the same one called the 'Wall Street Miracle.' If anyone wants to dig into this, hit Q1 in the comments, and I'll whip up another video pronto!"
“Chelsea is notorious for flying under the radar; the woman is practically a ghost to the public eye—just a big question mark instead of a face. But trust me, yours truly is nothing if not thorough and quick-witted. I dug around and found something juicy. Just two hours after yesterday's mishap, a certain private jet, slated to take off one-hour post-incident, was suddenly grounded!”
“According to my sources, and let me tell you, they’re as reliable as they come, that jet was bought by Janna Rhoads two years ago as a gift for her granddaughter. So, here's my hot take: Darwin's demure dame, the one with the aura of old money, is none other than little miss heiress herself, Chelsea Rhoads!”
This video was blowing up.
It seemed like everyone, and their mother was talking about this. It was trending everywh ere.
Comments were pouring in like a flash flood.
"Damn, turns out I'm the clown? She's legit loaded!"
"Had a family member at the hospital where Darwin's wife was treated. Went out for a midnight snack run and almost ran into a swarm of black-clad bodyguards, all wired up with earpieces. Talk about overkill!"
"My bro's a paparazzi . Launched his drone early this AM for an exclusive sneak peek, and the second it cleared the hospital wall—BAM! Shot down. Creepier still, thirty minutes later, he gets a deposit and a warning in his account. I mean, if that's not powerful, then the vlogger's got it spot on!"
"Let me drop another truth bomb—I come from a family that deals in LA's finest jewels. At Ly Dog's funeral, that bracelet she was rocking? My Granny sold that piece to JTX."
"Jealous, much? Does Grandma Rhoads need another granddaughter? *sob*"
"Is it just me or is anyone else out here dying of envy? We see the private jets and the bling, but who knows what else is hiding out there!"
The jewelry-selling commenter pitched in again, "You can't even begin to imagine. My gran says Chelsea's wardrobe is full of unicorns. You won't find these clothes on the racks—they're all bespoke, tailored by hidden-gem ateliers. My family's lucky; we've got a handmade dress that's treated like a holy relic. But Miss Rhoads? She's out there in her haute couture threads, supervising construction sites on the Rhoads estate for weeks!"
"Heiress on a construction site? Must be a PR stunt, right?"
User Moon chimed in real quick, "It's no joke. She not only showed up but also flagged a critical issue on the architectural plans. That's why she camped out there, working with the builders and designers to redraw and redo everything on the spot. She stayed in a shack, ate there, and lived there. After all was said and done, she even forked out her own cash for a hefty bonus on top of their overtime. This went down two years ago. If it was just for show, you'd have heard about it long before now."
There were some who called Moon a sympathizer and accused her of cooking up fiction.
But their faces were soon egg-covered.
"Yo, check her profile. She's a Senior Secretary at Monsoon Investment."
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"It can't possibly be Chelsea's secretary, can it?"
"Whoever's secretary it is, since they know Miss Rhoads, their word is solid! Waaah, I love that tycoon lady even more now!"
"Why shouldn't they give away more money? What's a little cash to a tycoon?"
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