George rushed forward and caught the old man just in time. “Sir, can you hear me? Sir?”
He started patting Christian’s chest, trying to help him breathe. “You have to stay with us, sir. Someone call the doctor. Hurry, get a doctor over here!”
Barely two minutes passed before news arrived, faster than any doctor could. “Sir, we just got the latest news. Mr. Grayson is safe. He didn’t fall into the sea.”
Christian drew in a shaky breath, still leaning on George for support. Finally, a bit of relief flickered in his tired eyes.
“Then… Is he back? Is he home yet?” His voice was rough, desperate. “Go get him. I want him here, now.”
Just as he finished, another bodyguard burst into the room, phone still in hand. “Sir, Mr. Grayson… something happened…”
Christian stepped forward, anxious. “What happened to him?”
“Ms. Monroe fell into the sea. Mr. Grayson jumped in after her.”
Whatever color had returned to Christian’s face vanished again, and George moved quickly to steady him.
Christian raised his hand, suddenly realizing something was wrong. He’d already told his people to pull back. How did Madeline fall into the sea?
“Tell me exactly what happened. Don’t leave anything out.”
“It was Ms. Fortner. Her men didn’t leave when they were supposed to. That’s why Ms. Monroe fell,” the bodyguard explained, staring at the floor, too scared to meet Christian’s eyes.
Christian looked furious, his hand clenching around his cane so tightly his knuckles stood out white. “Find her. Bring her to me. Now!”
“Yes, sir,” the bodyguard answered, and hurried off.
It wasn’t long before Helene was dragged into the room.
“Christian, I—”
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