Adeline and Daniela were at the hospital, hands clasped together as they anxiously prayed for Darien to survive.
He was the heir to the Hawthorne family and if he died, there would be war.
After admitting Darien to the hospital, she'd been pacing about and was waiting for the doctor to come out and give them the news.
Adeline was pacing anxiously in the hallway.
Now that the alcohol had cleared from her eyes, she could finally think clearly once again.
She just broke a bottle of beer on Darien Hawthorne's head, the same man she was supposed to propose a collaboration deal to.
She anxiously bit her fingernails, already imagining how she'd failed. She needed to make the partnership work so she could finally be free from Theodore's clutch.
Adeline's mind was running at a hundred miles per hour, trying to think of a way to get out of this situation.
"Adeline, sit down. You're making me dizzy with all your pacing," said Daniela.
Adeline could only sigh as she reluctantly took a seat. "He would never want my idea if he survives this," she thought out loud.
Daniela couldn't argue that.
The doctor came out of the ICU and Adeline immediately bombarded him with questions. "Is he alright? Is he alive? Will he live?"
The doctor nodded. "Thankfully, the bottle pieces didn't give a deeper impact so he'll be alright. You can go and see him now."
The doctor gave a curt nod as he excused himself.
Adeline shared a look with Daniela who urged her to go inside.
However, before she could touch the doorknob, a woman instantly pushed past her, urgently opening the door and storming in.
From the gap, she saw Darien sitting up on the bed, his head wrapped in bandages.
"Darien," the woman called as she closed the door right behind her, completely ignoring Adeline who stood frozen.
She and Darien shared a gaze before the door completely closed shut.
Something told her not to go back in there so she took a step back while Daniela grabbed her.
"His family is here," she said, her voice gentle. "The hospital bills are already paid so there's no need for us to stay here. We can come back later to apologize."
Adeline gave a slight nod, her head still feeling slightly heavy.
Even though she could think straight now, she was still heavily drunk after downing several glasses of martinis.
Together, the ladies left the ward.
Inside the hospital room, Darien was being scolded by his little sister, Tatiana, as she glared at him for easily getting hit on the head.
"Who did it? Tell me?" She demanded.
Darien simply ignored her question and rested on the pillow.
"Can you keep your voice down? Is this the way you talk to your older brother who'd just been hospitalized?" He questioned back.
Tatiana glared harder at him with her bush green eyes.
"Have some respect," he demanded with a curse as he threw a pillow at her which she caught easily.
"You're so weak now, brother. Let me guess, you tried to have a woman at the club and she hit you on the head with a bottle?" She guessed, her fingers on her chin, deep in thought.
Darien stiffened on the bed and Tatiana immediately caught.
"Hold on. Don't tell me I'm right," she said, looking at him so intently.
Darien didn't waste another moment and threw another pillow at her.
"Don't you have work to get done or something?" He questioned while she rolled her eyes back.
She was about to respond when the door opened aggressively, followed by a man in a familiar outfit. His hair was over his face now, panting as he entered.
"You're alive," said Andrei, combing his dark hair off his face.
Darien took a deep breath, exhausted at how everyone was being over dramatic.
Surely, the bottle pierced his head, but the doctor assured that it didn't cause too much damage.
One full month of rest and not feeling over-stressed and he would be back on his feet.
"I leave you alone for one night," Andrei started as he walked towards the bed with large steps. "One night and you end up with a bottle on the head? It must have been because of that woman, right?"
"Aha!! I knew it. You were flirting with a woman and landed yourself in the hospital. Now spill it, who was it?" Tatiana demanded, her eyes narrowed.
Darien felt exhaustion falling onto his shoulders, his eyelid feeling heavier by the second, and the two sly devils in his life weren't making things easy for him at all.
"Both of you, get out," he ordered. "If you don't have anything better to say, then just leave."
His tone was cold, but it didn't work on the two people before him.
Andrei stared at him with a side of his lips perked up, judging him hard while Tatiana had a cocked up eyebrow.
"I think we've disturbed this poor old man enough. We should leave him to rest for tonight," said Andrei.
Darien was about to throw a pillow at him like he'd done with Tatiana, but he only had one left.
"I'll leave now, but just get ready to be questioned by mother. She's not going to make things easy for you tomorrow," said Tatiana, then she stormed out with her heels clicking right behind her.
Darien glared at her back. Little sisters were supposed to be angels, but Tatiana was a devil in disguise.
Once they were out of the door, he relaxed even further on the bed, the mattress sinking with his weight.
"She never changed," he thought out loud, a smile on his lips.
He never thought that Adeline would be brave enough to hit him on the head with a bottle. It was never in his checklist of things he wanted to experience that day, but he was honored.
His grin widened, a dimple appearing on his cheeks.