Page 119 of Battle with a Billionaire

He froze in the hallway, his jaw tensing. Before the accident, he wouldn’t have hesitated to talk to her. Now, he didn’t know what to do. No matter what he chose, it seemed to make it worse. Every move he made, Kyle used to his advantage. He hated to see Julia believing him, trusting him.

“Mr. Harrington,” Worthington said, “something you need?”

“I was actually going to see Julia. Is she okay?”

“Mrs. Harrington is not in her room, sir. I was just going to check downstairs for her.”

“Oh, well, I guess then that’s my decision made. Once you find her, let me know how she is, will you? I’m going to try to get some work done.”

“Of course, sir.”

Grant reluctantly retraced his steps to his office, brought his monitor to life, and stared at the glowing screen without seeing anything on it.

A chill snaked down his spine as he couldn’t shake Julia from his thoughts. He was giving in to his fear. He’d faced down enough opponents to know he shouldn’t do that. He tried to refocus his thoughts on the spreadsheet in front of him but found it impossible.

He grabbed his phone, intending to call Julia when it rang in his hands. He glanced at the caller, his muscles tensing. Kyle.

He almost ignored it, but thought it may be more detrimental. With an abundance of reluctance, he swiped to accept the call. “Kyle, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

A sigh laced with panic met his question first. He tightened his grip on his phone. “I’m at St. Mary’s with Julia. She fell and hit her head. They’re checking her out now, but I think you should get here as soon as possible.”

His heart clenched as his pulse quickened. He rose from his seat, panic fueling his steps as he hurried to the front door. His mind tried to spin through scenarios. Had they been together or had this happened somewhere else? “What? What happened?”

Kyle’s voice shredded with upset. “She was at my apartment. She fell. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

His heart and feet stopped a few steps onto the driveway as he tried to process the words. “What do you mean you didn’t mean for it to happen?”

“Just get here,” Kyle said before the line clicked.

Grant stared down at the phone as the display died, his mind racing as panic laced him. Another head injury. At Kyle’s hands. What had happened between them?

A storm of emotions raged within including an overwhelming sense of helplessness. His heart ached at the thought of Julia in pain.

He pushed himself to hurry toward the garage as he dialed another number. “Worthington, Julia’s in the hospital again. I’m heading there now. Can you call Sierra?”

“Of course, sir. Please let us know when you know anything.”

Grant ended the call and pushed into the garage, finding James polishing one of the cars. “Mr. Harrington, how are you today?”

“Not good. Julia’s in the hospital again. I need to get there.”

“I’ll drive you.”

“I’ll drive myself.”

James shook his head. “No, you’re way too upset. Don’t worry, I’ll make good time.”

Grant heaved a sigh as he nodded. “Thanks, James.”

As their car snaked closer and closer to the hospital, Grant’s mind whirled, his muscles tense. What would he find when he got there? Would she be in another coma? Would she wake up? Would any progress she made be erased?

James barely stopped the car at the emergency room when he flung the door open and raced inside.

Sierra hurried down the sidewalk, sliding through the door with him. “Daddy! What happened?”

“I don’t know. Kyle called.”

“Kyle? She was with Kyle again?”

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