6. I need a lawyer

Narrowing his eyes away from Jada, Leon looked at Dr. Matthew and said, "Now that that jerk is gone, I need you to start working on the paperwork to get her out of here and back home."

Dr. Matthew's eyes darted between Jada and Leon, his expression a mix of concern and confusion. He adjusted his glasses nervously, finding the right words to respond to Leon's demand.

"No!" Jada cried out. She focused on sitting up, ignoring the ache and discomfort coursing through her body. Her eyes blazed with defiance as she stared up at Leon.

"Mrs. Kingsley," Dr. Matthew interjected. "Even though it has been a month, your wound has not fully healed yet internally. So, I advise you to lay back in bed."

Ignoring his voice, Jada gritted her teeth, mustering every ounce of strength. The fire in her eyes burned brighter as she found her voice. "No, Dr. Matthew. I won't be held captive by him. I refuse to be with you."

As her feet rested on the floor, Leon's face contorted with anger, his control slipping away like sand through his fingers. He took a step towards Jada, his hands balling into fists. With a sudden burst of rage, he reached out and grabbed her, stopping her from standing up. His grip was tight, his fingers digging into her arm, causing her pain.

"You heard the doctor," Leon shouted. "Now stop talking out of your head and behave."

Jada's eyes burned with defiance as tears welled up in her eyes. The pain from his grip was excruciating, but she refused to let fear consume her. With a struggle, she forced her hand out of his grasp, her movements fueled by adrenaline. And then, in a swift and cathartic motion, she slapped him across the face, the sound echoing through the room.

The force of the slap stunned everyone into silence. Jada's hand stung, but the rush of empowerment surged through her veins. She shouted, "I said I don't like you! You can't force me to do so!"

Leon stumbled back, his hand instinctively reaching up to his cheek, the red mark already forming. Shock washed over his face as he stared at Jada, his anger momentarily replaced by disbelief. His eyes flickered with fury and desperation as he struggled to regain control.

Dr. Matthew, wide-eyed and speechless, watched the scene unfold before him. His mind raced, trying to process the rapid turn of events.

"Mr. Kingsley," Dr. Matthew finally spoke. "I think it's best if you leave now. Jada needs some time alone to recover and make her own decisions. I can not tolerate any more disruptions in her healing process."

Leon's face contorted with anger, his eyes darting between Jada, Dr. Matthew, and the door. Then he said, "Until she divorces me, she's my wife, and now that she's ill, the final decision about her well-being is up to me, so write the damn discharge paper."

Just then, the heavy door burst open, creaking on its hinges, and a sudden gust of cool air swept through the room. Jada's teary eyes widened as a group of men clad in black stormed into the hospital room, and her heart skipped a beat as her gaze locked with Chase's.

With a subtle wink, the corner of Chase's lips pulled upward. But then, his eyes quickly hardened as they settled on Leon, his anger smoldering beneath the surface.

"Drag him away," Chase ordered.

As if they were shadows themselves, the men closed in on Leon, their movements swift. Not giving him a fighting chance, they locked his arms behind his back, their grasp firm and unyielding.

Fueled by a last-ditch desperation, Leon struggled against their hold, his eyes darting wildly between Jada and Chase. His voice, filled with venomous rage, echoed through the room as he refused to accept defeat. "Chase Aniston, you haven't seen the last of me! You will regret ever coming for my wife."

While Leon got dragged away, his voice gradually fading into the distance, the room fell into a heavy silence.

Turning around to face Jada, Chase watched her laugh with tears in her eyes as she said, "You came back."

His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her radiant smile, and he stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and gently cupped her cheek with his hand. His touch was tender, a soothing balm to the pain in her head.

"You never have to doubt that, Jada," Chase said. "I will always come back for you, no matter what that will cost me."

Jada nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she reached up and placed her hand over his. "I want to get out of here, please." She whispered, "Take me to your house."

With a nod, Chase reached under her legs and lifted her off the bed, his strong arms cradling her gently. Jada let out a small gasp from the pain shooting through her body and the feeling of being in Chase's arms. Despite the discomfort, she leaned into his warmth, finding solace and security in his heat.

Looking at Doctor Matthew, Chase met his eyes that trembled under his gaze and said, "All her treatment will be done at my home from now on."

The doctor's mouth opened, then closed, as he struggled to find the right words.

Finally, his voice, laced with uncertainty, broke the silence. "Mr. Aniston, while I understand your concern for Jada's well-being, it's not as simple as transferring her treatment to your home. She still requires proper medical care, monitoring, and access to specialized equipment. The hospital provides the necessary facilities and expertise to ensure her recovery."

"I understand the importance of medical care," Chase replied his voice firm but tinged with pleading. "But surely there's a way to provide that at my mansion. I can hire a team of medical professionals to attend to her and set up a makeshift hospital in my house if needed. Jada needs to be in a place where she feels safe. For now, she feels secure with me."

"If you are going out of your way to do all that, then I can make time out of my schedule to attend to her."

"Thanks,"

With that said, Chase turned away and walked out, carrying Jada in his arms, leaving the doctor disoriented from the entire event.

When they entered the hallway, all Chase men stood in two lines, bowing deeply before following them down the hall.

As Chase carried her, Jada buried her face in his chest, but she could still hear the whispers of people walking past them, and she squeezed herself further into him to make herself small.

A faint smile crossed Chase's lips as he carried Jada through the hospital corridors. He could feel her weight against his chest, her warmth seeping through his clothes and into his skin. The whispers of the people passing them by seemed to fade into the background as he focused solely on her, the woman he loved, fragile yet resilient in his arms.

Finally, they reached the parking lot, and Chase gently placed Jada on her feet. The morning air was cool against their skin, a welcome contrast to the stifling atmosphere of the hospital. The sound of car engines and distant city noises filled the air as they stood there, frozen in the chaos of their emotions.

Jada leaned against the car, her body still weak from the recent events. She took in a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. The world seemed to blur around her, but Chase's presence grounded her, his hand gently resting on her back.

Chase's eyes searched Jada's face, concern etched in every line. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"No. I need a lawyer. I want a divorce as soon as possible." Jada said, raising her lashes to meet his eyes.