Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 169

In a VIP hospital room, Emilio lay on the bed, pale and groaning—his face swollen from a brutal beating.

The moment the Rodriguez family heard their precious prince had been hurt, everyone—from the elders down—rushed to the hospital.

When Emilio saw his grandmother come in, his eyes immediately turned wet.

"Grandma… if you'd come any later, you wouldn't have seen your grandson again."

Old Mrs. Rodriguez took one look at his injuries and burst into tears.

"My Emilio—what kind of bastard did this to you? Who hits this hard? Aren't they afraid lightning will strike them dead?"

Then she whirled toward the hallway, voice rising. "Doctor! Where's the doctor? His jaw is swollen like that—why is no one treating him?"

Emilio's father tried to calm her down. "Mom, don't panic. The doctor said it's all superficial. No broken bones. A few days and he'll be discharged."

He said it, but his face was grim. Seeing his son beaten like this made his stomach twist.

Old Mrs. Rodriguez snapped at him. "Who did it? Have you caught the attacker?"

Emilio's father shook his head. "We're still investigating."

Everything had happened too fast. He knew his son had been attacked, but by whom—and why—he was still in the dark.

Old Mrs. Rodriguez shot her son a vicious look, then turned back to Emilio, her voice instantly softening.

"Emilio. Tell Grandma what happened. Exactly."

Emilio was confused himself. He'd only flirted with a pretty girl—how had it turned into this?

But in front of his grandmother, he was an expert at playing the victim.

"I don't know who he was," Emilio said miserably. "I just know he did it for some girl at the club."

He gave a simplified version of the whole incident.

"And arrest that little vixen from the club too. I want to see what kind of woman has the nerve to act above her station."

"If Emilio took an interest in her, that was her honor. Working in a place like that—what's she pretending to be, some pure innocent?"

Dylan turned to Emilio. "That girl—are you sure she was just an employee?"

Emilio avoided his uncle's eyes. "I'm pretty sure. Other than her face, there wasn't much to look at. Everything she wore looked cheap."

"If she were some heiress—or some powerful man's woman—why would she dress that shabby?"

Dylan's gaze sharpened. "So you're not actually sure whether she was staff… or a guest."

Old Mrs. Rodriguez bristled. "What are you implying? That you don't trust Emilio's judgment?"

Dylan kept his voice controlled. "Mom, I'm saying if that girl has a background we can't afford to offend, the Rodriguez family won't be able to contain the fallout."

He'd spent years cleaning up after this nephew's messes.