Fords discovery

Ford's hands trembled as he cradled Elena in his arms. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow, and strands of hair clung to her damp forehead. With one hand, he gently brushed the loose strands away, his worry etched deep into his expression.

"Sir, are we taking her to the hospital?" the frightened driver asked, glancing nervously at Ford through the rearview mirror.

"Yes! You dummy. Should you really be asking me that now? Just drive fast!" Ford snapped, his frustration boiling over.

"Yes, sir," the driver replied, pressing harder on the accelerator. The car sped down the road, but a thought nagged at the back of the driver's mind. He hesitated before gathering the courage to speak again, his voice shaky. "Sir… wh-what about the press?" he asked, biting his lips in fear, dreading another scolding.

Ford cursed under his breath, the weight of the situation sinking in. "Shit! That's true," he muttered, his anxiety doubling. He knew that taking Elena to the hospital could lead to unwanted attention. The press might be trailing him, and any photos or information about Elena could spark a scandal or expose her to even more problems.

His jaw clenched as the implications hit him. Why hadn't he thought of that earlier? Frustrated, he shot a glare at the driver. "Why didn't you say so earlier?" he barked, his voice edged with anger and panic.

The driver opened his mouth to explain but quickly changed his mind when he caught sight of Ford's anxious, almost desperate expression. He swallowed his words and refocused on the road, silently hoping his boss would figure out a solution soon. Meanwhile, Ford's mind raced, torn between protecting Elena's privacy and ensuring she got the medical attention she desperately needed.

"Take us home," Ford instructed firmly, his voice tense but resolute. Without wasting another second, he picked up his phone and called his personal doctor. "Mr. Ken, I need you at my house in the next five minutes," he ordered before abruptly ending the call. His attention shifted back to Elena, her pale face deepening the knot of anxiety in his chest.

"Elena, you're going to be fine. You'll be okay, I promise," he whispered softly, resting her head against his shoulder. His voice trembled slightly, but he kept repeating the words, hoping they would somehow make her feel safe—even if she couldn't hear him.

Meanwhile, on the way home Jane couldn't hold in her annoyance. "Mom, what is going on? You told me I was going to marry Ford! Why is he acting surprised? And how does he even know Elena?" Jane's voice was shrill and accusatory as she bombarded her parents with questions.

Her mother, Mrs. Johnson, pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration, unable to hide her own confusion. Jane's father sat in silence, equally stunned, his brows furrowed as he processed the situation.

"Jane!" Mrs. Johnson snapped, her patience wearing thin. "Will you just give us a moment to breathe? You need to calm down. We're as surprised as you are! We're heading home right now, and that boy has a lot of explaining to do. So, please, let me think!" she scolded, her tone sharp.

But Jane couldn't hold back her frustration. She folded her arms tightly across her chest, her foot tapping impatiently as she muttered under her breath. The ride home felt endless, her irritation growing with every passing second.

After a few tense minutes, the car finally pulled into the driveway. As they stepped out, they were met by the sight of one of the security guards running toward them, his face pale with panic.

"Sir, I've been trying to reach you for a long time, but your number wasn't reachable!" the guard blurted out, struggling to catch his breath. "Mrs. Elena… she fainted!"

The nervous man spoke with fear. " And so? Hope she's awake now. Because cos she has a lot of explaining to do" Mr Johnson angrily said.

The security man grew confused. He wasn't expecting the wired feedback from Elena's father