Have You Two Made Up?

By the time Luna arrived at the hospital, Victor was still inside the emergency room, fighting for his life.

She stepped out of the elevator and ran to the doors of the emergency room—only two people stood outside: Mike and Keane. No one else.

"Luna! You're here. He's still in there..."

Keane called out at the sight of her, his voice choked. Dark stains of blood were still visible on his arm.

Luna walked over, glancing first at the doors, then down at the blood on his arm. Her pupils contracted.

"It's... his blood." Keane caught her look and hurried to explain.

"When it happened, my car was on the same road. By the time I spotted his, it had already flipped onto its side. I scrambled to pull him out of the driver's seat—and less than a minute later, the leaked gasoline caught fire and the whole car went up..."

He recounted it in a low voice, eyes rimmed red, and swiped roughly at the tears at the corners of his eyes.

Mike stood beside him with his head lowered, silent, but his fists were clenched tight.

Today was also the day of the new product launch at the drone company's headquarters. His boss hadn't planned to attend in person—but what had happened today was far too strange. Someone had tried to murder him. Deliberately.

At the thought, his fists clenched tighter, and his gaze turned razor-sharp.

Luna bit her lip, her body backing up a step before she could stop it. She shook her head, forced her thoughts to settle, then asked Keane in a trembling voice, "Where... where is he hurt?"

Keane drew a deep breath and answered quietly. "His head, his arms—there were wounds everywhere. When I pulled him out, he was already unconscious... There may be internal injuries too."

Tears welled at the corners of Luna's eyes, slid down her cheeks, and fell to the floor. Her throat was so tight it hurt. She stumbled backward and collapsed onto a nearby bench.

She leaned forward, covered her face with both hands, and began to sob quietly.

Mike watched from the side, his fists slowly loosening. He had only met the legendary Miss Luna a few days ago, but he knew exactly how much weight she carried in Mr. Victor's heart.

So he walked over with steady steps, bowed his head, and comforted her in a low, husky voice. "Madam... he's going to be all right."

"Madam?"

At the form of address, Keane looked over in mild surprise.

"You two... made up?" he asked Luna carefully.

Luna pressed her lips together—neither confirming nor denying. Her palms were slick with her own tears.

Just then, the sharp clack-clack-clack of high heels struck hard against the floor, echoing down the corridor. A moment later, all three of them saw two figures hurrying toward them from the far end.

Before anyone could speak, Mida had already stopped in front of Luna. And the moment Luna rose to face her, a slap cracked across her face.

Luna was still stunned—but Keane and Mike had already rushed forward, putting themselves in front of her, the two of them forming a "protective wall."

Keane was the first to demand: "Ms. Mida! That was deliberate assault!"

"Ms. Mida, you struck our Madam. When he wakes up, I will report every detail to him," Mike added coldly from the side.

Their words and their stance clearly infuriated Mida. She stumbled back a step, and her secretary hurried forward to steady her.

By then Luna had come back to herself. She patted Keane's shoulder, signaling him to step aside, then walked out and closed to within half a step of Mida.

Before anyone could react, her palm cracked hard across Mida's face. The mark bloomed instantly; Mida's head snapped sideways, eyes wide with disbelief.

"You—how dare you hit me?!"

Clutching her cheek, she turned back toward Luna, shoved her secretary away, and raised her hand in fury, ready to strike again.

Luna stepped back, eyes icy. "You hit me first. Naturally, I hit you back."

"You hit me—are you not afraid Victor will hold it against you? You struck his mother!" Mida glared at her, voice vicious.

Luna's fingertips twitched. She lowered her eyes for a few seconds, then lifted her gaze with a scornful smile.

"So what?"

"Never mind whether Victor still acknowledges you as his mother... Even if he holds it against me—so what? I don't care."

At those words, Keane and Mike both turned to look at her, their expressions complicated. Only Luna herself knew how deeply her fingernails had bitten into her own palms.

...Maybe the Luna of a few years ago wouldn't have cared. But she was different now. She knew her own heart—and facing Mida's provocation, she could not afford to lose.

Mida's chest heaved with rage, words dying on her lips.

Just then, her phone vibrated in her pocket. Her brow twitched; an inexplicable panic rose in her. She pulled it out to check the caller ID—and seeing Trimble's name, the panic doubled.

The moment she answered, Trimble's frantic voice came through: "Miss Luna—Ms. Lynne and Charlotte have been taken by a group of men!"

"What did you say?!" Luna's eyes went wide, her hand clamping hard around the phone.

At the same moment, Mike's phone vibrated too. Luna's head snapped toward him.

Meeting her eyes, Mike immediately answered. Whatever the voice on the other end said, his expression changed in an instant.

"You..."

"Madam, our people have already gotten word." Mike cut off whatever she was about to say.

Then he turned to Keane and said quietly, "Mr. Keane, please keep an eye on things here..."

Then his gaze shifted to Luna. "Madam—will you stay here, or come with me?"

He had given her the choice. Luna's hands were clenched tight. She looked up at the emergency room's red light still glowing, her thoughts tangled into a knotted mess of yarn.

She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes once, opened them again—and made up her mind. "I'm coming with you!"

Then she turned to Keane. "Mr. Keane, Victor is in your hands. We'll be back soon!"

With that, she and Mike whirled around, ignoring the stunned stares of Mida and her secretary, and ran for the elevators.

"Whatever you're going to do—be careful!" Keane called after their retreating figures.

He could roughly guess what was happening. Strung together with the car accident Victor had suffered today, it was clear: this had been deliberate. And whoever was behind it might have planned more...

At that thought, his mind jumped to the child Victor had once mentioned to him!

...Could she have been caught up in it too?

Keane's eyes went wide, then fixed coldly on Mida, who still stood nearby. "Was it you—or that illegitimate son of yours?"

Mida glared back, still fuming. "What are you talking about?"

Keane had been Victor's friend for many years. No one understood the affairs of Victor's family better.

"What am I talking about? Wasn't all of this your doing?!" His voice shook with fury, fists clenched.

Over the years, Mida had sided with that illegitimate son time and time again, breaking Victor's heart—and as an onlooker, Keane had seen all of it.

"Are you insane? Whatever else he is, Victor is my son. How could I possibly hurt him!"

Mida's eyes flew wide as she snapped back at him—but the next second, she froze, as if a thought had struck her. Trembling, she grabbed her secretary's arm, whirled around, and barked:

"Quick—call Pierce. I want to know where he is right now and what he's doing!"

At those words, Keane knew, beyond any doubt: Pierce was the one behind it all.

The secretary hurriedly dialed. The man on the other end answered almost instantly—as if he had been waiting for the call.

"Hello? Something the matter?" Pierce's lazy, smiling voice drifted through.

Mida didn't bother with pleasantries. She snatched the phone and demanded, "Where are you?"

At the sound of her voice, Pierce gave a low, unhurried laugh and drawled:

"Mother, why, I'm in Qiaoling's boardroom, of course. You do still have to announce the new CEO here today, don't you?"

In that single sentence, Mida understood everything. She hung up at once and tossed the phone back to her secretary.

Then she raised her head and took one long look at the emergency room doors—as if, through them, she could see the man lying on the operating table inside...

When she looked away, her eyes fixed on Keane, and her voice turned sharp. "If you insist on keeping watch here, then watch him well!"

With that flung behind her, she turned and strode toward the elevators at the end of the corridor, secretary in tow.

Behind her, Keane planted his hands on his hips and shouted at her retreating back, "I don't need you to tell me! And remember—me watching over him has nothing to do with you. He is my dear friend. That is all!"

"And if you do anything to hurt him after you walk out of here today—body or mind—I swear, I will fight with everything I have to keep him from ever returning to that house of yours!"

And then—as if to enrage her—he let his voice grow heavier. "As it happens, my father has wanted to take Victor in as a son for ages. A member of the Morbe family!"

At that, Mida finally stopped. She spun around, fixing Keane with a killing stare. "The Morbe family wishes to stand against me too?"

"The Morbe family is not afraid of you."

Keane answered without a flicker of hesitation, eyes steady.