The color slowly drained from Elias’s face.
His grip on the phone weakened.
Then suddenly—
The phone slipped from his hand and clattered loudly onto the hospital floor.
The sound echoed sharply through the quiet hallway.
Elias looked like he could barely process what he was hearing.
He abruptly grabbed Cassian by the shoulders, his fingers tightening hard against him.
“What the hell was going on?” Elias demanded hoarsely. “Why would she do that?”
His breathing had already become uneven.
Cassian stared at him. “Didn’t she contact you when you were in Australia?”
Before Cassian could answer, Felix—who had been silently standing nearby the entire time—finally stepped forward quickly.
“Mr. Creed…” Felix spoke hesitantly.
Elias immediately turned toward him.
Felix lowered his gaze slightly before continuing.
“At that time, you were occupied with transferring Miss Bishop to Manhattan for her treatment,” he explained quietly. “Youwere dealing with the paperwork and wrapping up the business there so you could return as quickly as possible.”
Elias remained completely still.
Felix swallowed before continuing in a quieter voice.
“Mrs. Creed called your phone many times during that period…”
His voice became even softer.
“But you told me you were busy and didn’t answer her calls.”
Elias’s expression completely froze.
For a moment, he looked like he had stopped breathing altogether.
Slowly, he lifted his head and looked back at Cassian.
His lips parted slightly, but it took him several seconds before any sound came out.
“I…” he started weakly.
His voice cracked.
“I was busy trying to get everything in order so I could come back quickly,” he explained shakily. “And…”
He swallowed hard.
“I was afraid she would ask me for a divorce again.”
His breathing became rougher.
