Chapter 27 He's Cold
When Wyatt was studying abroad, he got into all sorts of trouble 'cause he was just too damn charming and good-looking.
He even got death threats because of it.
He still remembered the first time he got one; it was from the mafia in Country Y, and he was so freaked out he couldn't sit still for days.
Eventually, his family had to step in and sort it out.
"You've been threatened with death before?" Wyatt asked.
Fiona looked at him like he had three heads. "Why?"
"You're so chill, aren't you scared?" Wyatt pressed.
"What good does being scared do?" Fiona shrugged, stuffing her laptop back in her bag. "Thanks for setting up the car. See you at the hotel entrance at 7 a.m. tomorrow."
After Fiona left, Wyatt was still chewing it over until Darwin called.
"Mr. Solomon, where are you? We're waiting for you to pay the bill," Wyatt said, his tone dripping with cheekiness.
"I've got some people heading over," Darwin's voice was ice-cold. "They'll handle those local gangs."
Wyatt leaned back against the cushioned seat. "You're not doing this for me, are you?"
"What's your point? Spit it out," Darwin snapped.
"Darwin, what's the deal? You not planning to let Fiona go?" Wyatt asked.
Darwin replied, "No, I'm not."
Wyatt, who had been lounging, immediately sat up straight. "What?"
Darwin added, "I said, I'm not."
"What's her opinion about this?" Wyatt pressed.
It seemed Fiona had no intention of sticking around.
Darwin said, "Doesn't matter what she says. Worst case, I'll just lock her up."
Wyatt felt a chill run down his spine. "Are you nuts about Lilian?"
Darwin had already stopped thinking about it.
Whether it was because of Lilian or Fiona, he only knew he wouldn't let Fiona go.
"Darwin, that's not cool..." Wyatt said.
"Mind your own business," Darwin cut him off and hung up.
He didn't think he was being unfair at all.
If Fiona left him, her life would go downhill fast.
Without his protection, how much crap would she have to deal with in this harsh world?
Other than giving her a title, he could give her everything, ensuring she lived a carefree life.
Darwin thought for a moment.
He called the people he had sent to New Port.
"Don't make it too easy. Let Fiona hit some bumps, but keep an eye on her and don't let her get hurt," he said in a deep voice.
The other party agreed, confused.
Weren't they supposed to help Fiona and Wyatt?
Why were they now supposed to let Fiona face setbacks?
Darwin's way of thinking was really hard to follow.
Darwin hung up, feeling a bit better.
Once Fiona realized how tough it was outside, she'd naturally remember how smooth things were when she was with him.
And he needed to look into good nursing homes in Bay City.
Fiona had been calling for her grandmother in her dreams earlier; she must be missing her.
He'd bring her grandmother over too.
That would make her happy.
When Darwin got back to Bay City, it was already late at night.
At the Ross family's private hospital, Darwin pushed open the door of the intensive care unit.
"Darwin, you're here!" Anniston quickly stood up.
Hathaway was lying in the hospital bed, with a bandage on her forehead, seeping some blood. She was conscious, and she seemed fine.
"What happened?" Darwin asked, his voice low and serious.
"Mr. Solomon, what kind of tone is that?" A middle-aged woman in a pristine steward's uniform, standing next to Anniston, snapped back.
Darwin recognized her—Mira Jones, the Solomon family's butler.
"Mira," Hathaway tugged at her sleeve.
"Mira, Darwin's just worried about Hathaway," Anniston said, clearly annoyed that a servant would speak to Darwin like that.
Mira added, "Mrs. Solomon, today was the day Miss Ross and Mr. Solomon were supposed to choose the banquet hotel. Miss Ross was so excited and told Mr. and Mrs. Ross early in the morning. Now, with things like this, they are very worried and doubt the sincerity of the Solomon family in this marriage alliance!"
"So what?" Darwin's tone was icy, his aura even colder.
Mira's arrogance deflated, but she still wanted to say something.
Darwin looked at Hathaway. "Didn't I say I don't care where you want to hold it or what style you choose?"
"Darwin!" Anniston didn't expect Darwin to turn his anger on Hathaway.
"Did your accident happen because of me?" Darwin pressed on.
"No." Hathaway's face turned pale. "I told my parents it was because I wasn't familiar with the road and hit a fire hydrant."
"Good," Darwin glanced at Mira and continued, "Miss Ross, our marriage is a mutually beneficial alliance for both families. But if someone thinks they can use this to threaten me, then we both need to calm down and reconsider whether it's necessary to continue this cooperation."
"Darwin, what are you saying?" Anniston scolded.
"Aunt Anniston, Darwin is right," Hathaway looked at Darwin and softly said, "Today's incident wasn't Darwin's fault. Mira spoke out of turn. I apologize on her behalf."
Mira's face turned pale.
She didn't expect that just a few complaints would provoke such a strong reaction from Darwin.
But today, it was clearly Darwin who was in the wrong.
She had checked his schedule.
After leaving the hotel, Darwin went straight to the airport and flew to New Port.
And his rumored secretary, who had an ambiguous relationship with him, was also in New Port.
He wasn't there for work at all.
Hathaway had been anxious all day because of his departure, which led to the accident.
Now, Hathaway was the one apologizing.
Darwin was very good at balancing kindness and authority.
His expression softened a bit. "Are you okay?"
Hathaway's eyes reddened, and she shook her head pitifully. "There was an airbag, so it's not serious."
"Hathaway!" Anniston was full of heartache. "How can you say it's not serious? You have a concussion and a sprained hand!"
Only then did Darwin notice that Hathaway's right hand was in a cast.
Hathaway lowered her eyes, looking pitiful and saying nothing.
Anniston glared at Darwin. "Hathaway needs to stay in the hospital for observation tonight. You stay with her!"
Darwin was silent for a moment.
In the end, he agreed. "Got it."
"Hathaway, Darwin has always been like this since he was a child, cold and not good at caring for people," Anniston turned and apologized to Hathaway, "After you two get married, you can teach him how to be a responsible husband!"
Hathaway shyly nodded.
However, she recalled the scene of Darwin anxiously trying to pick up Fiona, even disregarding the glass shards.
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