Mr Ford Collapsed

Turning his head at the sound of Sia's desperate call for help, his eyes immediately landed on his boss, whose limp body was barely being supported by Sia's struggling arms. Without hesitation, the driver hurriedly ran out of the car and rushed toward them.

"What happened to him?" he asked anxiously, his voice laced with genuine concern.

"Don't ask me stupid questions! Can't you see he's unconscious? Help me get him into the car!" Sia snapped, her voice sharp with frustration and panic.

"Sorry, ma'am," the driver muttered apologetically, quickly moving to assist her in lifting his boss into the car.

Once they were all inside, the driver hesitantly spoke, his voice shaky with fear. "Miss Sia, I'll take him home now and call the butler to summon the family doctor. You can come by later if necessary."

Deep down, the driver knew that the last thing his boss would want was for Sia to follow them home—especially if she happened to cross paths with Miss Elena, the woman his boss was determined to keep a secret from everyone.

"Are you out of your mind? How dare you say that to me? And what do you mean by taking him home? You should be driving us to the hospital right now, not spewing nonsense, you fool!" Sia roared furiously, her eyes blazing with anger.

"I'm sorry, Miss Sia. I didn't mean to disrespect you," the driver replied softly, trying to calm the tension. "I just don't want Sir Ford getting angry with me."

"Angry with you? What do you mean angry with you? Wait—are you trying to say that your boss, even in this condition, wouldn't approve of me following you home? You must be dreaming. Don't make me repeat myself," Sia snapped, her voice sharp and heavy with authority.

"I don't care where you take him, as long as he gets the help he needs. But I won't step out of this car—and don't you dare try to give me instructions again! If you do, you'll be the one begging for your tongue," she thundered, her words dripping with fury and determination.

The driver's hands trembled as her warning sank in. He knew exactly what Sia was capable of—and crossing her was a risk he couldn't afford to take.

"I-I'm sorry, Miss Sia," he stammered, quickly correcting his earlier slip of the tongue.

"Sorry for your pitiful self," she sneered, her glare cutting through him like a blade. "Now drive! His temperature is dangerously high—before his body goes into shock, you useless idiot!" she barked, her voice fierce and unrelenting.

Without wasting another second, the driver quickly started the engine, his heart pounding in his chest. This time, he didn't head toward his boss's home. Instead, he made the split-second decision to drive straight to the hospital.

It was the safer choice. He would rather face his boss's anger later for going against his wishes than risk the disaster that could unfold if Sia followed them home. The consequences of that were far too dangerous.

The mere thought of Sia encountering Miss Elena—especially now, with his boss unconscious—was terrifying. Sia was ready to unleash chaos, and the driver knew that convincing her to leave was no longer an option.

Picking up his phone with shaky hands, the driver quickly dialed the doctor's number. The moment the call connected, he wasted no time.

"Good morning, Doctor. I'm bringing in my boss—he collapsed," the driver explained, his voice strained with urgency.

"Collapsed? How? When did this happen?" the doctor asked, concern immediately evident in his tone.

"Doctor, I'm already on my way. I need you to examine him as soon as we arrive," the driver responded quickly. "I'm calling ahead so you can prepare to bring him in privately—you know Sir Ford wouldn't want this going public."

"Yes, I understand completely," the doctor replied. "But you know as well as I do that bringing him to the hospital wouldn't be something he'd approve of. You should have just called me—I would've come right away."

The driver shook his head, a wave of guilt washing over him. The doctor was right, but there wasn't much choice left in the matter.

"I know, Doctor. I really do," he admitted with a sigh. "I'll explain everything later. Just be ready to receive him through the back gate—discreetly."

"Alright, I understand. The nurses will be waiting for you when you arrive," the doctor assured him before ending the call.

Sia, sitting in the backseat with Ford's unconscious body leaning against her, couldn't help but wonder why the driver had suddenly changed his mind about taking him home. She knew all too well how much Ford despised hospitals—ever since his mother's death, even the thought of being there was unbearable for him.

So why the sudden decision to bring him here, despite knowing the consequences?

Why not take him home?

The question gnawed at her, a nagging sense of unease building in her chest. There had to be a reason—something she wasn't seeing yet.

Clutching Ford tightly, she tried to push the unsettling thoughts away, but the feeling that something was off refused to leave her.

She reached out to feel his temperature—it was still alarmingly high. Pulling him closer, she whispered softly, her voice laced with both fear and tenderness, "You're going to be fine, baby."

"Please, could you drive faster?" she urged, her anxiety mounting with every second.

"Yes, ma'am," the driver responded quickly, pressing down on the accelerator and increasing his speed.

Sia's gaze fell back on Ford. Despite the sadness weighing heavily on her heart at the sight of him in such a vulnerable state, she couldn't help but let a small smile tug at the corner of her lips. She was holding him close—without being pushed away for once. His familiar masculine scent surrounded her, strong and intoxicating, just as it always was.

Pulling him even closer, she hugged him tightly, pressing a gentle kiss to his fevered forehead. Her hands instinctively moved to rub his strong, defined arms, trying to offer him whatever comfort she could. Her eyes eventually landed on his lips, now dry and cracked from the relentless fever.

Sia took a moment to admire his handsome face, her heart aching at how peaceful yet fragile he looked. Slowly, she leaned in closer, her breath catching as she traced his dry lips lightly with her thumb. She knew that getting Ford to hold her this way while conscious—let alone kiss her—would be nearly impossible.

But right now, with him unconscious and vulnerable, it felt like this might be her only chance.

Casting a quick glance at the driver, she saw that his attention was fully locked on the road ahead. She moved in closer, their faces just inches apart. Her heart pounded as she prepared to press her lips to his, the moment feeling forbidden yet irresistible.

"Miss Sia, we've arrived," the driver's voice suddenly cut through the heavy silence, pulling her back to reality.

Startled, she immediately pulled away from Ford, her pulse racing. She knew she couldn't risk doing anything now—not with the driver watching.

Almost instantly, nurses and doctors rushed toward the car, wheeling a hospital bed beside them. The driver quickly stepped out and assisted in gently moving Ford onto the bed.

Sia watched silently, her emotions swirling between fear for Ford's condition and guilt over what she had almost done.

Finally inside the hospital, the doctor wasted no time and immediately began treating Ford. Outside, Sia and the driver waited anxiously, hoping for good news. Every second that passed felt like an eternity as they sat in tense silence, eyes fixed on the door, praying for the doctor to return with a positive update.

The driver, trying to distract himself from his growing worry, thought about calling the butler to prepare something comforting for his boss. Pulling out his phone, he quickly dialed the familiar number.

"Morgan, the boss has collapsed," the driver said, his voice low and serious.

"What? Collapsed? How? When did this happen?" Morgan asked, clearly shocked by the news.

"Yes, he did. I just called to ask if you could prepare some porridge for him," the driver suggested. "You know how much he dislikes the food they serve at the hospital."

"Oh—yes, of course. I'll handle it right away," Morgan responded, still sounding shaken as the call abruptly ended.

Moments later, the doctor appeared in the hallway, and both Sia and the driver hurried toward him, their expressions tight with worry.

"Doctor, is everything alright?" Sia asked, her voice laced with desperation and concern.

"Miss Sia, I'll update you soon—we're still working on stabilizing him," the doctor replied briefly before disappearing back through the doors.

Sia let out a frustrated sigh and walked over to a nearby chair, collapsing into it with exhaustion. She leaned forward, burying her face in her hands for a moment, trying to steady her nerves.

"Miss Sia, I've been thinking… should we reach out to Sir Ford's father?" the driver asked hesitantly, glancing at her with concern.

"No, not yet," Sia replied quickly, lifting her head and meeting his gaze. "I don't think Ford would want that. Let's wait and see what the doctor says first."

"Okay, Miss Sia," the driver nodded in understanding, taking a seat close by. Together, they sat in silence, the heavy weight of uncertainty thick in the air as they waited for the doctor's feedback.

Back at Ford's estate, the butler wasted no time carrying out his responsibility. Calling out to one of the maids, he gave his instructions sharply, "Hey! You there—get to the kitchen immediately and tell the head chef to prepare hot porridge for Sir Ford. Make sure it's ready as soon as possible."