Benjamin had no words.

He carried her across the road and to the parking lot.

After spotting Janie’s vehicle, Benjamin positioned her in the driver’s seat.

“Do you think I’m in a state to drive, Mr. Benjamin?”

“You can use your left leg.” Benjamin pulled a long face.

“But I have a problem getting out of the car when I reach my apartment.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Can you help me to the end, Mr. Benjamin? You might as well.”

“Are you expecting me to drive you home or the hospital?”

Janie looked shrewd as ideas kept popping into her head. “Home.”

“I won’t fall for your trick. I’m taking you to the hospital. You can get a ride home from there.” Benjamin scoffed.

Janie pouted her lips.

Still, she was quickly back to her perky self. She uttered with a sweet smile, “Thank you for tonight, Mr. Benjamin. In any case, I feel lucky tonight.”

Benjamin let out a scoff. “You wouldn’t sprain your ankle if you didn’t run into me tonight.”

“But what’s a sprained ankle when you can hold me and take me to the hospital?” Janie laughed.

Benjamin shook his head before putting his hands out to carry her out of her car and into his.

He then took her to the hospital.

Janie got a ride in Benjamin’s car for the first time ever, and it was on the front passenger’s seat too. Benjamin buckled her up in her seat.

Smiling from ear to ear, Janie screamed internally. You’re not just my love guru, Emmeline. You’re my Lady Luck too!

Emmeline had no idea she had become someone else’s Lady Luck. The only thing on her mind was the shooting pain in her head. She woke up in agony.

Her head was bursting, probably from drinking the hard liquor.

“Ahhh! I’m going to die!

“Help me! My head hurts!”

With her hands over her head, Emmeline rolled around in bed frantically.

The growing pain only clouded her consciousness.

She wanted to give Daisy a call, but she was too out of it to say anything despite the call connecting.

Abel was in dreamland when his phone suddenly blurred in the dark of the night.

He reached out for his phone. It took one look to scare all the sleepy bugs away.

The call was from Emmeline.

Emmeline blocked his number, but she could initiate the call.

Emmeline’s sudden phone call in the middle of the night…

Abel sat up right away, feeling wide awake. “What happened, Emma?”

“It hurts… It hurts so bad… My head hurts…”

That was all Abel got. Despite his further inquiry, he heard nothing back.

“Emma, Emma, please be okay…”

With no time to lose, Abel got up and got dressed at record speed before grabbing the car keys and running downstairs.

A sports car soon zoomed out of Ryker Mansion.

Half an hour later, Abel carried Emmeline out and rushed to the emergency room of Ryker Hospital.

The doctor on duty happened to be Quentin.

After an examination, Quentin concluded that Emmeline had an alcohol-induced headache.

Quentin prescribed Emmaline some pills and told the nurse to give an intravenous shot to Emmeline.

Emmeline quieted down and snuggled up against Abel’s chest as she dozed off.

With Emmeline in his arms, Abel lay in bed, finally feeling relieved.

Quentin went to Alana’s ward at the break of dawn.

“Thump, thump, thump.” He knocked on the door.

Alana was startled awake.

“Who is it?” She warily asked.

She knew that it could not possibly be the nurse at this hour as the nurses were on a fixed schedule to check on patients.

The other times the nurses would come in were when responding to the patients’ calls.

“It’s me, Quentin.” A husky voice echoed from outside the door.

Alana was reluctant to open the door.

She did not want Quentin to pester her as Christopher did.

Still, Alana did not want to get on Quentin’s bad side.

“Dr. Anderson, it’s early. I’m not awake yet.”

“Get up, Ms. Lane. Mr. Abel is here.”

Alana was dumbstruck. Was Abel here?

She abruptly sat up. “W-Where is Mr. Abel now?”