Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 87: Chapter 87

The tattooed guy looked absolutely terrified, his whole body shaking, but he still wouldn't say a word.
Quinn's jaw tightened, and without missing a beat, he kicked him again.
The guy crumpled on the ground, groaning in pain. "I don't know! I swear I don't know anything!" His voice cracked as he begged. "I'm just following orders!"
Quinn leaned closer, his voice sharp and cutting. "I'm asking one last time. Who sent you?"
The guy clammed up, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. Whatever scare tactics his boss used on him must've been brutal, because even staring Quinn down, he stayed silent.
That was the final straw. Quinn grabbed the guy by the collar and started throwing punches, one after the other.
"Stop it, man! You're gonna kill him!" someone from the crowd yelled.
Their words snapped me out of my daze, and I rushed to Quinn's side, grabbing his arm. "Quinn, that's enough! Stop!"
He didn't seem to hear me at first, but when I tugged on his arm, he suddenly went limp. His eyes shut, and before I knew it, he was falling into me.
"Quinn!" I gasped, barely managing to keep him upright. That's when I saw the blood trickling down his forehead, staining his face. My stomach dropped.
Panic set in as I cradled his face in my hands. "Quinn, wake up! Please, wake up!" Tears welled up, but I couldn't stop them. The thought of him dying right here, in my arms, was unbearable.
It felt like forever before the sound of sirens cut through the chaos. The paramedics were fast, loading Quinn onto a stretcher. I didn't even think twice—I climbed into the ambulance with him.
At the hospital, the doctor checked him over and told me he was just unconscious from the impact. They cleaned and stitched up the wound on his forehead, then moved him to a regular room.
"Let me know as soon as he wakes up," the doctor said before walking out.
I nodded, sinking into the chair next to his bed. My eyes stayed fixed on Quinn's face, now so calm and quiet.
He had risked his life for me, but why? I couldn't wrap my head around it.
All this time, I thought Quinn only cleaned up after Diana's messes. Yet now, here he was, battered and unconscious, because of me.
And still, he had no answers about who was behind the attack—or why.
Quinn's phone buzzed. Finn's name lit up the screen. Not wanting to disturb him, I slipped out of the ward to take the call.
"Ms. Hinton?" Finn sounded surprised. "Why are you answering Mr. Madden's phone? Where is he?"
I kept it brief and told him Quinn and I were at the hospital. The company had a lot going on, and most of it depended on Quinn. I had no choice but to ask Finn to handle rescheduling everything.
"Got it." He hesitated before adding, "Should I keep this under wraps?"
His question caught me off guard. I hadn't even thought that far ahead. But he was right. If word got out, whether to the media or the Madden family, it would cause chaos.
"Yeah, Finn. Sorry to bother you, but please keep it quiet," I said gently.
"Of course," he said smoothly, but then his tone shifted. "Ms. Hinton, don't worry. Mr. Madden promoted me himself. Whatever he wants, I'll make sure it gets done."
Whatever he wants? Was he trying to say Quinn wanted me to be safe?
I didn't ask. Instead, I muttered a quick thanks and hung up, feeling a mix of emotions I couldn't quite untangle.
When I returned to the ward, I froze at the sight through the glass window.