Chapter 1443:
“Myron!”
“Mr. Elliott!”
Both called out to him at once, and Jayceon hurried over to steady Myron. Myron’s eyes narrowed in concern as he looked at Taylor.
“Come in. Let’s talk inside.”
Taylor hesitated, uncertainty flickering across her face, but she nodded, glancing briefly at Jayceon before following Myron inside the room.
Taylor looked first at Millie through the glass, lying unresponsive, and the sight seemed to wound her. Finally, she faced Myron, who had settled on the edge of the bed.
Myron cut in before Taylor could say a word. “Tell me exactly what’s going on at JM Investments,” he said, his voice rough but commanding.
Jayceon started to speak, but Myron’s sharp look stopped him cold. Jayceon quickly fell silent.
Taylor swallowed, then explained, “Ever since Millie’s accident, things at the company have spiraled. Miss and Mr. Elliott have done what they can, but with Millie still in critical condition, everyone’s anxious.”
Taylor shifted her weight nervously and cast another glance at Millie before continuing, “There’s been a wave of recruiters coming in, trying to lure our staff away. Morale’s crumbling, and no one knows what’ll happen if Millie doesn’t recover. People are losing faith.”
Taylor then stepped forward, urgency in her voice. “JM Investments is Millie’s legacy. We can’t just watch it fall apart.”
Myron’s brow furrowed in thought. Without another word, he picked up his phone and dialed Mack.
As soon as Mack answered, Myron spoke firmly. “Meet me at JM Investments. I’ll be there in about thirty minutes.”
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“Myron!” Jayceon’s voice cracked, his eyes glistening with worry. “You’re still burning up with fever, and your injuries haven’t healed yet!”
Myron didn’t reply. He simply gave Jayceon a steady look that said he wasn’t about to back down.
Realizing there was no changing his mind, Jayceon let out a weary sigh. “Alright. Wait here. I’ll get the car and your wheelchair ready.”
Without a word, Myron pressed the call button, motioning for help from the nurse to remove his IV. Then he turned to Taylor. “You’ve handled things well so far.”
He allowed himself a lingering glance at Millie, promising himself he’d protect the company she’d worked so hard to build.
The nurse arrived quickly to remove the IV. Myron slipped on a coat, settled into a wheelchair, and let his caretaker wheel him out.
At the door, he found Ari waiting, Nicole standing protectively at her side.
“Dad, are you heading to Mom’s company?” Ari asked, her eyes determined. “I want to come too.”
Nicole hesitated, then explained, “They were talking in the hallway earlier, and Ari overheard what was going on.”
Ari stepped forward. She looked thinner and paler than usual, her injuries having taken a toll, but her spirit was unwavering.
“I’m Mom’s daughter. I want to help at JM Investments, too,” Ari insisted.
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