Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 922

Arielle had barely taken a few steps out of the operating room when she collapsed in a heap. Thankfully, Jordan and Carter, who had been waiting outside, promptly rushed to her aid. Jordan took the lead and held Arielle's waist, pulling her into his embrace as he did.

The next second, however, he screamed and pushed her toward Carter.

"What's wrong with you, Jordan?" Carter scolded while holding onto Arielle.

Alas, Jordan didn't seem to hear anything as he stared at his hands in wide-eyed shock.

"What are you doing?" Carter once again asked. "Come help me!"

Jordan mumbled, his face drained of color. "Sh*t, I'm done for... I touched her inappropriately, and Vin will kill me if he replaces out about it. I have to wash my hands! I have to get rid of all traces." Carter bristled with anger as he bellowed, "Jordan Baker! Come back here!"

"Let me wash my hands first!"

With that, Jordan sped off.

"Argh, what an imbecile," Carter grumbled, knowing he

had no other choice but to help Arielle back to the ward by himself.

If it had been any other woman, he'd have carried them in his arms. Arielle, however, was an exception.

Carter wasn't about to do anything that might incur Vinson's jealousy, so he could only place Arielle's hand on his shoulder as he dragged her away from the emergency room.

Fortunately, a few nurses soon spotted them and helped lead Arielle into a VIP ward.

Upon getting wind of what had happened, the lead surgeon hurried over to personally check on Arielle before putting her on an IV drip.

"What's wrong with Arielle?" Carter asked worriedly.

The lead surgeon sighed and replied, "As you know, traditional Chanaean medicine is wondrous and profound. Ms. Moore had blown us all away with her medical expertise and skills, but she also warned us that her treatment method, though effective, would also drain a lot of energy. Her condition may be stable for now, but she's going to need a lot of rest. With this IV drip and proper nutrition, she should be back to her old self in no time at all. That said, Ms. Moore has anemia, so that's even more reason for her to take better care of herself. If she continues to work herself to the bone, who knows how it might affect her health in the future?"

"I understand. Thank you for your help," Carter answered with a grateful nod.

"Don't mention it. Well then, Mr. Morgan, I shall take my leave now. The patient in the emergency room has gotten transferred to the ICU, and I have to check on him."

"Of course, go ahead."

After watching the surgeon leave, Carter turned to look at Arielle.

Just as he was about to reach for his phone to contact Vinson, Arielle suddenly shot a hand out to grab his wrist.

Carter's initial shock was quickly replaced with relief when he saw that Arielle had opened her eyes. "You're awake?"

"Yes," Arielle replied with a slight nod. "Are you about to call Vinson?"

"That's right. Given your current state, if I don't inform him "

Before Carter could finish his sentence, Arielle interrupted, "No, keep it from him for the time being. Before he left for Horington, he had reiterated how important the trip was to him. Besides, he should be coming back soon. Let's not distract or worry him."

Carter remained silent for a moment before letting out a chuckle. "You and Vinson are truly made for each other."

"Why do you suddenly say that?"

"Do you still remember that cruise incident?"

"Yes."

"The truth was, Vinson didn't want to put you in any more danger, so he used himself as bait. He succeeded in luring those guys out, but unfortunately, the mastermind didn't fall for the trap." Arielle listened in stunned silence, her heart hammering away in her chest.

"I can't believe Vinson did that. He thinks far too highly of himself, doesn't he?"