Page 55 of Battle with a Billionaire

“No. I don’t recognize the number. I hope it’s not a reporter.” He swiped to take the call. “Grant Harrington.”

“Mr. Harrington, this is Sergeant Brooks with the New Orleans PD.” His stomach clenched. Had Kyle gotten himself in trouble again? “Your wife has been involved in a multi-vehicle accident. She is en route to St. Mary’s Memorial.”

Grant’s heart pounded against his ribcage. His hands trembled as he gripped the phone, the world spinning in a disorienting blur around him. “What?”

“I don’t have any more information beyond that, sir.”

He gripped the table’s edge, his throat dry and his heart pounding.

“Daddy?” Sierra’s voice sounded far away. “What’s wrong?”

He gulped in a breath, shaking his head to loosen the panic gripping him. “Julia…”

“What about her?” Sierra asked, her brows knitting.

“She was in an accident.”

“Again?” Sierra said. “Is she okay?”

“I don’t know. They’re taking her to the hospital.” He rose on shaky legs as Sierra leapt from her seat.

“I’ll go with you. Hopefully, it’s no worse than the last time. She just had a few scrapes and bruises.”

Grant nodded as he pulled on his jacket, the world still muted around him as worry bubbled up.

“Heading out?” Kathryn asked.

“Julia’s been in an accident,” he murmured.

“Oh no.” Kathryn’s features registered concern. “Go, go. Let me know how she is once you know.”

He nodded as Sierra wrapped her hand around his arm. “Plus, Kyle’s there. I’m sure he will love taking care of her.”

“Don’t remind me,” Grant growled as they stepped onto the sidewalk into the rain. With umbrellas over them, they made their way through the wet city toward the hospital.

“I’m sure we’ll find him hanging all over her every bruise in his best impression of doctor of the year.”

The statement tightened his jaw as jealousy bloomed. Maybe Julia would ask for another doctor given his latest declaration, though he doubted it.

They reached the hospital and hurried into the frenzied emergency room. Grant spotted Kyle with a patient on a gurney. Maybe he wouldn’t be tending to Julia’s scrapes, after all.

He was about to ask for her location when Kyle spoke. “My God, Julia!”

Grant’s stomach turned over and heat shot through him as he realized the patient on the gurney was his wife.

“Oh my goodness, Daddy,” Sierra said as she gripped his arm, her voice laced with panic.

“Get her into trauma room one,” his son directed.

Grant followed behind them as they rushed Julia into a room and a flurry of activity descended on her. Erratic beeping filled the air.

“Hang in there, Julia, I’m going to take good care of you, okay?” Kyle said as they worked feverishly to assess and stabilize her. “I need a central line.”

“Julia?” Grant choked out.

Kyle shot him an icy glance over his shoulder. “Somebody get him out of here.”

Grant tried to close the gap to the bed, but someone prevented him. “No, Julia!”

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