But neither Felix nor Amara paid attention to her anymore.
Both of them were focused entirely on Elias.
He looked like he was barely holding himself together.
His fingers kept twitching against the sheets while his breathing became heavier by the second, almost like he was struggling against whatever had been forced into his system.
Before Bianca could react further, she suddenly grabbed her purse from the side table and tried to run toward the door.
But the second she reached it, hotel security rushed inside and stopped her.
“Let me go!” Bianca screamed while struggling against them.
Felix’s face darkened instantly.
“Take her to the police,” he ordered coldly. “We’ll deal with this matter later.”
The guards immediately dragged Bianca out of the room despite her furious screaming.
The room finally fell silent.
Only Elias’s strained breathing could still be heard.
Amara sat beside him anxiously, staring at his flushed face while worry filled her eyes. It was obvious now that he had been drugged with something.
Elias looked completely out of sorts, barely able to control himself as his breathing continued growing heavier.
Felix looked between the two of them awkwardly before finally rubbing the back of his neck.
Then he glanced at Amara and pointed nervously toward Elias.
“Mrs. Creed…” he said hesitantly. “I think you should stay with Mr. Creed.”
He gave her a sheepish smile before awkwardly gesturing toward the door.
“Should… should I leave the room?”
Amara’s head snapped up instantly, her eyes sharpening as she shot him a glare.
“Stop being an idiot,” she snapped. “This isn’t a fucking joke. Get your boss to the hospital already.”
Felix instantly looked embarrassed.
“R-Right. Sorry about that,” he said awkwardly before quickly pulling out his phone.
Without wasting another second, he hurriedly dialed for an ambulance.
Two hours later, Amara stood quietly beside Elias’s hospital bed while the doctor finished checking on him for the final time.
After several injections and treatment, Elias finally looked more stable. The dangerous redness had faded from his skin, and his breathing had returned to normal, though exhaustion still lingered heavily on his face.
But the condition of his body still looked terrible.
His chest was covered in deep red scratch marks and bloody streaks. Some of the buttons on his shirt had been torn off completely, and there were clear signs of struggle across his arms and neck.
It looked like he had fought Bianca off with everything he had left in him.
And judging by the injuries, it had not been easy.
