Better Late, But Never His Again novel Chapter 117

On the other end of the line, Mrs. Garrison's gentle, caring voice rang out. "Son, where are you right now? I miss you. When are you coming home? It's so late. It's not safe to be out."

Gideon glanced back at Hazel lying in the hospital bed and frowned.

He was a grown adult—what could possibly be unsafe? She was totally overreacting.

"Mom, Hazel got hurt. I'm at the hospital with her right now," he said.

The moment she heard Hazel's name, Mrs. Garrison's tone sharpened instantly, like an entirely different person. "What? Your sister is hurt? Is it serious?"

Gideon frowned. Looking at the blood-soaked bandages on Hazel's leg, his throat felt tight. "It's pretty bad. That bastard Julian locked her up and wouldn't let her leave. I broke her out."

He spoke with a hint of pride, waiting for his mother to praise him for doing the right thing.

To his shock, Mrs. Garrison went quiet for a second before her voice skyrocketed, shrieking so loud it almost blew out the speaker. "What? Who told you to meddle and break her out?! Gideon, that's her own business! You stay out of it. Listen to me and come home right now!"

Gideon's frown deepened. He stood up and walked to the end of the hallway, keeping his voice as low as possible so his sister wouldn't overhear.

"Mom, she's not even awake yet. How can I go back now and just dump her in the hospital alone? She'd be heartbroken when she wakes up."

Mrs. Garrison's voice carried intense exasperation, rattling off a speech she clearly had prepped. "Your sister is a married woman. That's between her and her husband. Do you have any idea what kind of power the Hayes family wields? Marrying into that family was already reaching way out of her league. If he locked her up, that's his right. It has absolutely nothing to do with us."

She paused and scoffed coldly. "Besides, have you forgotten? Back when you were stuck in the detention center, she refused to help you when we begged her! She doesn't give a damn about you!"

The nurse nodded. "Highly likely, unless you can get your hands on some top-tier scar-removal cream. Just make sure she rests. That wound cannot get wet for the next few days, so she needs to keep it wrapped when showering."

Gideon nodded fervently, his tone full of gratitude. "Thank you, miss."

The nurse grabbed her tray and walked out. Gideon stood up, turned around, and looked at Marcus, who was leaning against the doorframe. He pursed his lips. "Thank you for saving my sister tonight. I can watch over her by myself now. You can go."

Marcus raised an eyebrow, a mischievous gleam appearing in those captivating eyes. The corner of his mouth curved up. "You're going to watch over her? From the looks of it, you can barely take care of yourself."

Gideon frowned and took a step forward, ready to argue, when Hazel slowly opened her eyes on the bed. Her face was still terribly pale, devoid of color, and her voice was as weak as a wisp of smoke, liable to blow away with the breeze.