Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right

This time, she dropped a compliment about Domenic for a reason.

After all, if Jordan wasn’t pleased with him, Domenic wouldn’t have the chance to take over Walsh Group.

But Luckily, Jordan wasn’t really disappointed with him.

He just wanted to test and keep him in line.

While holding Carole’s hand, Jordan spoke softly.

“I didn’t share this with anyone.

I trust you, so I’m telling you.

Keep it between us, especially from Domenic.

You know if he follows my lead, he’ll marry you.

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Carole got it, of course.

She also knew Jordan spilled the beans because he was confident she wouldn’t spill them to anyone else.

Glancing at Jordan, she quickly made the cross my heart gesture and promised, “No worries, I won’t spill the beans! Let’s keep it as our little secret!”

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Carole’s thoughtfulness pleased Jordan greatly.

He nodded with a smile.

Then, she helped him lie down and said, “You better get some good rest.

I’ll make some soup for you at home.

You can have it when you wake up.

Sound good?”

Jordan just nodded, feeling pretty pleased with Carole’s consideration.

He could totally trust a woman like her to be Domenic’s wife.

Once Domenic got back to the company, he wasted no time in checking Hendrix’s investigation.

Just like Mercer had mentioned, Lindnita Artists Agency was in big trouble as all the partners wanted out of the contract.

The agency was in a real tight spot.

ALL of this went down after Domenic went abroad, but during that time, Lindsey never brought up anything about the troubles facing her agency to him.

When he mentioned it with doubt, she had still acted like nothing had happened and insisted that everything was fine.

Was it because Lindsey saw him as too unreliable that she would rather deal with it on her own than ask him for help?

Domenic seemed pretty down.

If his grandpa was behind it, he couldn’t just openly help Lindsey.

He was in a tough situation.

Just then, Hendrix called him and said abruptly, “Mr.

Walsh, I just got some urgent news! Lindsey and Sumner got into a car accident when they…”

“What are you saying?” Before Hendrix could finish his words, Domenic cut in abruptly.

“Did Lindsey get into a car accident? How is she doing? Where is she?”

Hendrix took a deep breath, the weight of his words heavy in the air.

“There is nothing dire with Lindsey.

She should soon be discharged from the hospital.

However, Sumner’s condition is bleak.

His leg has been permanently disabled.

Besides, it’s just…” He hesitated, sensing the tension in the room.

Domenic’s voice cut through the silence, demanding, “Speak!”

Hendrix swallowed his hesitation.

“On the day of the accident, Lindsey and Sumner had met at an grill, known for its romantic atmosphere set atop the hill.

”

The word “romantic” hung awkwardly in the air, the discomfort palpable.

Hendrix went on, “Sumner had reserved an entire grill for the occasion.

They spent the evening together, watching the meteor shower.

The grill owner noted their intimacy, mistaking them for a couple.

”

Domenic’s grip tightened around the phone, tension coursing through his veins.

After a pregnant pause, he spoke in a low, cold tone.

“Where is Lindsey now?”

“In Morcastle General Hospital.

”

Domenic leaned back, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You said Lindsey is well enough for discharge.

Are you certain?”

“Yes,” Hendrix affirmed.

Despite her recovery, Lindsey hadn’t returned home.

She claimed to be busy and unable to come home for a few days.

Was she staying at the hospital to care for Sumner?