His Devious Rule

After an hour,

Restless, Anya was pacing in the hospital when Ean, Luna, and Deputy Warner rushed inside the ER one after the other.

Anxious Ean ran over to her, more worried than the day he met with an accident. "How is Alvin?" He desperately inquired.

Ean was in a meeting when he got a message from Benson. He had almost announced to Rob before he caught Zane on the chair. Thus he dropped a message to Rob, asking him to take care of the company and little man.

Anya also wanted the answer to his question. The doctors weren't coming out and nurses weren't saying anything to her. She was losing her cool by every passing minute.

She told Ean what she knew so that Ean could cool down a bit. Probably, she just wanted to convince herself to stay calm and be positive, "Alvin was conscious when he was taken inside." She believed the situation wasn't life-threatening.

Ean wanted to get a better understanding of the situation. He controlled himself seeing her edgy. Luna looked very cool. Because the incident was small to the situation Anya usually handles. She dropped by to take a look at her after hearing an anxious Senon.

She hugged Anya as she softly said, "Nothing will happen to him." She found Alvin adorably stupid for taking the fall by holding Anya like a fragile lady. She was impressed by Alvin who protected Anya with his body despite knowing Anya was well trained. His actions speak louder than his words. May it be a business or the woman he loves.

Whereas Deputy Warner breathed a sigh of relief seeing Anya fit and fine on her toes. He thought Alvin and Anya would be gravely injured if not dead when he learned about the accident.

He waited for the two ladies to separate before he reported to her, "Ms. Owen, the truck driver was Ricardo Porter. He was heavily drunk." And he was dead.

Well, it infuriated Anya instead of easing her. According to her, Ricardo died too easily. He went down, trying to take them down.

"Err…" Warner could never be able to understand her. Anyway, he continued, "Somebody seems to have provoked an intoxicated Ricardo Matthews."

No sane-minded person would go out in broad daylight to murder without proper planning or disguise, much less a rich man who could have afforded a hitman.

Anya's expression turned complex when she began thinking about the situation. Ricardo hated them to the guts, and she gets that. But attacking them by himself in a drunken state did feel strange. After all, Ricardo just lost his control over the company and lost money, unlike bankruptcy.

It could be dangerous if somebody provoked Ricardo and played behind the scenes. They need to catch the culprit before it's too late.

Ean was worried. More than that, he wanted to bury the ones who were trying to kill Alvin. He gravely said, "I will look into it." Then he strode away.

Luna shook her head in resignation watching Ean's back. She was surprised Anya hadn't revealed about her, her expertise, and her connections well enough to Alvin's close friend.

Anyway, Anya put Senon on the job for a reason. He wouldn't rest, pause, or stop until he digs every truth about the situation. He will be ruthless when Anya assigns tasks.

So Luna rubbed Anya's back and softly said, "Be with your husband and son." She didn't have to run out to find the truth. Anya subtly nodded as she hummed in response. She trusted her team to get her all the details. She was worried about the man who wasn't coming out of the emergency to flash his smug smile.

Deputy Warner glanced at Luna who walked out. He informed Anya in case she didn't know, "Casper Matthews and his driver are critical and in the operation theaters."

Anya hadn't ruled out the possibility of Casper playing behind the scenes. But hearing about his condition, she wasn't sure who manipulated Ricardo. She began hating this wealthy socialite circle more and more.

Warner expected Anya to worry or ask about Casper. He brushed off his thoughts seeing her aloof. He informed her, "You will have to give us a statement on the incident." Mainly because she used a handgun and she was said to be resigned. Glancing at the closed door, Warner added, "Maybe in the evening or tomorrow."

Anya was thanking Warner when the door burst open Alvin's displeased voice sounded, "Little Donut…"

Whipping her head to the door, Anya was momentarily in shock looking at big scowls on Alvin's forehead, bandage around his forearm and an ankle while dragging his one foot out.

There was a group of anxious doctors, including Benson behind him. A nurse was holding a wheelchair looking troubled. Anya grasped that Alvin shouldn't be walking on his feet.

The next second she rushed to Alvin supported him and asked in worry, "Why are you walking?"

Alvin snorted pointing at Benson. "These groups of quacks are trying to extort money by mentioning all the tests and scanning." In reality, he hated hospitals and the smell of disinfectant. He didn't want to waste a second there and go home with his wife.

Everyone: "…"

Each of them knew the problem wasn't the money. And Anya knew how much he hated hospitals. Benson recovered much quicker than other doctors. He was well accustomed to Alvin and his actions. He reported to Anya who was the only one who could handle Alvin, "Mrs. Matthews, a nerve rupture caused blood loss. President Matthews refused a blood transfusion and plucked out the IV."

Alvin glowered at the stupid man for reporting it to Anya. Now she will tie him to bed for a terrible reason.

Benson ignored the oppressing gaze and continued, "He needs to be on the bed if we don't want to see him faint." Alvin could manage without a blood transfusion and good rest. He dared to glance at Alvin who was probably going to bury him for his next words. 'Ahem,' He cleared his throat by looking away from the menacing gaze "President Matthews is trying to be a tough man without…" He gasped.

"What the…" Alvin cut in, itching to cut the tongue off. He was a strong man, what does Benson mean by trying to be tough?

Nevertheless, Anya shot her husband a deathly glare and turned him mute. Then her soft voice sounded when she turned to Benson, "Please continue."

Alvin snorted in response. Wasn't he patient? Shouldn't she be nice to him and coax him? His wife has learned to annoy him.

Benson hurriedly completed his words, "He isn't showing pain and refusing to show the blotches of the fall on his body." He did suggest many tests, but those were precautionary to avoid the complication in the future.

Anya met Alvin's narrowed eyes, silently ordering her to listen to him. Well, she wasn't going to give in to Alvin. She would have listened to him if he hadn't jumped, holding her in his arms. He had taken the force of two's fall from a moving car. She couldn't rest at ease if he didn't get the complete check.

She signaled the nurse for the wheelchair and she flashed a sly smirk to the arrogant man, "President Matthews, my husband has way too much money for me to squander."

The men were speechless while Anya forced Alvin to sit on the chair Alvin detested the most.

Anya instructed the doctors, "Please prepare for all the tests and scans required. If there are no complications, I will bring Alvin home. We can put IV there." She can only appease Alvin with that.

Alvin faintly relaxed knowing he won't be staying in the hospital. However, he ignored Anya, pretending to be grumpy for listening to doctors.

Anya faintly bowed at Warner who had stood stunned. She wheeled Alvin and stayed by him to avoid him scaring everyone away.

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However, the situation outside that hospital wasn't as calm and controlled as Anya had hoped it to be. The news of accidents blew up in all the social media and news channels.

And it was inevitable to fall on the little man's ears who began crying when his parents' contact numbers weren't reachable.