Chapter 494

Everett's expression remained unreadable. "What if I refuse to back down?"

One of the masked men lunged at him. "You're digging your own grave!"

Everett swiftly released Rosalind's hand, his voice cutting through the tension. "Stay in the corner and don't move!"

Rosalind knew she was useless in a fight. All she could do was pray that Alistair and Eleanor would arrive soon. She nodded. "Be careful!"

As the attacker charged, Everett's leg shot out in a sharp kick, sending the man crashing to the ground.

The remaining four men exchanged glances, then rushed at him with furious snarls.

Rosalind watched from the sidelines as Everett effortlessly took them on. His movements were fluid, precise—every strike calculated.

His fighting skills were extraordinary. The power in his lean frame was undeniable, every punch making the veins in his arms stand out. His sharp features and close-cropped hair gave him an intimidating presence, the kind that made enemies hesitate.

One by one, the masked men fell. Soon, only one remained standing.

Rosalind's gaze flicked to the operating room door. She couldn't wait any longer. Without hesitation, she bolted forward and shoved it open.

Inside, Harrison lay unconscious on the cold table. A doctor in a white coat stood over her, a syringe in hand, ready to administer anesthesia.

Rosalind's heart lurched. She sprinted toward him, slamming into his side.

The doctor staggered back, hitting the wall. The syringe clattered to the floor.

Tears welled in Rosalind's eyes as she gripped Harrison's limp hand. "Harrison, I'm here!"

Harrison stirred weakly, her fingers tightening around Rosalind's. "Rosalind... save my baby," she whispered.

Rosalind nodded fiercely. "I won't let anything happen to either of you. I promise."

Suddenly, Harrison gasped. "Rosalind—!"

Rosalind spun around just in time to see the doctor lunging at her, syringe raised.

The needle was inches from her skin when a strong hand seized the doctor's wrist, stopping him dead.

She looked up—Everett stood beside her, breathing hard from the fight. His eyes burned with cold fury.

The doctor trembled. "Do you have any idea who you're messing with? Mr. Falcon owns Willowbrook! Cross him, and you're dead!"

Everett didn't flinch. With a sharp twist, he snapped the doctor's wrist, sending the syringe clattering away.

He stepped in front of Rosalind and Harrison, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the room.

The doctor and the remaining men clutched their injuries, their threats hollow. "You're finished! Mr. Falcon will make sure of it!"

A voice, icy and commanding, cut through the air. "Is that so? Anyone who harms my granddaughter-in-law or my great-grandchild will answer to me."

A group of black-suited bodyguards stormed in, forming a protective line. Eleanor and Alistair had arrived.