All Chapters of The Strong-Willed Sean O'Connor: Chapter 161
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CHAPTER 161
When Dorian had first heard that Kade had been found outside, unable to breathe, he hadn’t believed it. Neither had Welsey. But seeing it with their own eyes left no room for doubt.Kade was really dead.And not only was he dead, but his condition made it worse. At first glance, it might have looked like he had stumbled, tripped, and struck his head while running. But the truth was written across his body. His clothes were soaked in blood.The injuries and bruises weren’t from a fall. He hadn’t simply collapsed. He had been beaten mercilessly. So badly that he had bled to death.Dorian’s jaw tightened as he tore his gaze from the body and turned sharply to the guard who had found him.“Did he say anything before he died?” Dorian asked coldly.The guard swallowed hard and shook his head. “No, sir. By the time I found him, he was already in this state. He didn’t say a word… he was gone.”Silence stretched. Welsey’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his face twisted in disbelief.“
CHAPTER 162
The car stopped at the hospital, and Dorian and Wesley stepped out. The guard led them inside, their footsteps echoing through the quiet halls.The hospital was strangely still. The corridors weren’t crowded, and no voices echoed through them. No nurses patrolled the area, giving the place an eerie, hollow silence.At the reception near the emergency ward, however, nurses rushed back and forth, their faces drawn with worry. One clutched the phone to her ear, speaking quickly.“We still can’t reach their families… We need permission for the surgery. Without it, we can’t proceed. And the surgery itself is risky—if we delay any longer, they might not survive.”Dorian and Welsey pushed forward, but a nurse quickly stepped in front o
CHAPTER 163
Slowly, his eyes fluttered open. The sharp sting of white light blinded him for a moment, and he blinked until his vision cleared. Above him was a stark white ceiling, fluorescent lamps burning with sterile brightness. The faint, unmistakable scent of disinfectant filled his nose.The hospital.He was in the hospital.Confusion clouded his mind—until a rush of memory slammed into him. The car. The screech of tires. The blinding headlights. The deafening crash as the truck smashed into them. His heart thudded in his chest, horror widening his eyes.“No…” He gasped, trying to sit up, but his body betrayed him. His arms felt like lead, his legs heavier still. Panic surged as he struggled against the invisible chains of pain and weakness, but nothing
CHAPTER 164
Sean sat on a wooden bench in the quiet garden, a half-eaten sandwich in his hand and two more resting neatly inside the lunchbox on his lap. He chewed slowly, calm and unhurried, savoring each bite as though the chaos of the world had nothing to do with him.The crunch of footsteps broke the stillness. His gaze shifted from the sandwich to the direction the sound came from. He couldn’t see anyone yet, but the hurried rhythm told him they would appear soon. He wondered vaguely what they were searching for that required so many people.Several voices followed, sharp with urgency.“Have you found Sean yet?” Abril’s voice rang out.Sean’s brow lifted slightly. ‘They’re looking for me?&rsquo
CHAPTER 165
"The injuries don't hurt?" Sean peered at her. He had heard her mention that he had to learn to take care of his injuries even if they didn’t hurt. But it wasn’t that they didn’t hurt; he didn’t feel them anymore.And that wasn’t why he hadn’t treated them yet. He just wasn’t home yet and needed to wait for her to finish.“Did you hear me?” she asked.Bewildered, he nodded, shoulders lifting as if he couldn’t see the point in arguing. He let her do what she was doing. By the time she finished, she had returned all the items she had used and placed them neatly to the side. She picked up the box of sandwiches and handed it back to Sean.He took the box and continued eating.Leaning back against the seat, Abrill pressed her lips into a thin line. After a moment of silence, her voice lowered.“What… what did you do to the men Dorian sent to beat you up?”Her eyes searched his, wary of the answer. She wasn’t sure if he had dealt with Vincent, but she had a feeling he might have done the sa
CHAPTER 166
Sitting on the hospital bed, legs dangling over the side, a frown crossed Nate’s face as he stared at the plate of food before him. He hadn’t touched it in the past hour, lacking any appetite.The food was getting cold, steam fading into the air, but he couldn’t bring himself to eat. His mind kept returning to the thought that he might have died back there—that everything could have ended in an instant.The hospital door swung open, and Nate’s head lifted instinctively. A man entered, carrying another tray of food. His gaze immediately fell on Nate, sharp and assessing.“Why aren’t you eating?” the man asked, his tone hard, almost accusatory.It was Felix—Nate’s elder brother—called in after the doctor contacted him. Since arriving, Felix had noticed that Nate hadn’t said a word about what happened. The doctor had claimed it was an accident, and Nate had refused to elaborate. Now, Felix was certain it wasn’t just an accident; something had happened before it.Nate looked down, finger
CHAPTER 167
Nate frowned. Though he had mentioned to his brother that he wanted to deal with Sean, he had no idea why Felix was making it so obvious that he didn’t like the idea. It wasn’t as if Nate had a choice. This was something he had to do—after all, Sean had dared to humiliate him like that.However, this time, he wouldn’t be going with the men he was planning to send. If Sean managed to beat them up, Nate couldn’t risk it. Sean might have let him go this time, but there was no guarantee he would be so generous again.Nate thought hard. If he didn’t say something convincing, Felix would never approve sending the men. He needed a reason so urgent, so undeniable, that his brother couldn’t argue.He leaned closer, lowering his voic
CHAPTER 168
“Do you want some pasta with it, Liana?” Sean’s voice rang out in the air.He balanced the phone between his shoulder and ear, tilting his head slightly as he scrubbed the tomatoes under the running water. The faucet gurgled softly, water splashing against the bright red fruit. His hands worked automatically, rolling each tomato in his palms until it shone, the smooth skin glistening in the sunlight that streamed through the tall windows.The kitchen was enormous, a perfect blend of modern luxury and practical design. White marble countertops stretched across the space, interrupted by a gleaming stainless steel sink. The center island was massive, polished to perfection, with bowls of fresh herbs and fruits arranged like a chef’s display. Copper pots hung neatly above the stovetop, catching the light, while sleek cabinets promised hidden treasures inside.It was morning, and he had begun to make breakfast. “Yes.” A soft voice answered from the phone. “Are you making it the way I lik
CHAPTER 169
For a moment, silence filled the air. Sean held the bag properly, his gaze fixed on the car blocking his path. The car was all black, a sleek luxury model. Sean didn’t recognize it. And if it belonged to someone he knew, they wouldn’t approach him like this—cornering him in the middle of the road. They’d meet him somewhere, not here.Now, he was sure. Whoever was inside wasn’t a friend. They’d come to cause trouble.“Sir?” The driver’s voice broke the quiet, cautious yet urgent. “What do you want me to do? Did they come for you? Should I try to flee, or… speak to them?”Sean didn’t take his eyes off the black car. He adjusted his grip on the bag, then turned and handed it to the driver.“Wait here. Take this,” he said firmly. “Be careful with it.”The driver blinked, staring at the bag before raising his head toward Sean, confusion flashing in his eyes.“You’re still worried about the bag at a time like this?”Sean’s expression didn’t change. He simply held the bag out. The driver met
CHAPTER 170
Liana’s eyes stayed fixed on the bandage wrapped around Sean’s head. She barely registered his words about the food. Her lips trembled as she pointed.“Sean… what happened to you? Where did you get that injury? How?”Sean paused, rubbing the side of his head near the bandage, as if trying to recall something. His expression shifted slightly—thoughtful, almost distant. He had tried to let his hair fall over the bandage, but it hadn’t worked. The wrapping stuck out clearly, impossible to hide.Still, it was better for her to see the bandage than the wound itself. Blood would have been far worse.Even the nurse in the room looked startled, worry flickering across her face. After all, Sean wasn’t the type to show up at a hospital with an injury. He’d rather wait until he was healed before ever seeking help.“This?” he said lightly. “It’s nothing. Just a small accident…” But he didn’t finish. His hand lingered over the bandage, his gaze dropping as though sifting through a memory.And just