I Was His Wife, Then His Widow, Then No One's But My Own novel Chapter 190

Intimidated by his terrifying aura, the receptionist shrank back and nervously repeated herself. "A man carried her out. I really don't know which hospital they went to. The person who took her didn't leave any information at the front desk."

Finnegan's face turned livid. "Pull up the security footage."

The receptionist stepped back, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, sir. We can't just release security footage. We have to protect our guests' privacy."

Finnegan ground out his words through gritted teeth, syllable by syllable. "That is my wife. Are you telling me I can't see it?"

The receptionist continued to shake her head. She was polite but firm. "I can't, sir. It's the hotel's strict privacy policy. Unless the police are involved, we are not allowed to show the footage to anyone."

Finnegan took two steps back in sheer anger, his chest heaving violently. He pressed his tongue against his teeth, brutally forcing his temper down.

"Fine," he spat, spinning around to march toward the elevator. He pulled out his phone and immediately dialed his assistant.

The second the call connected, he barked, "Find out which hospital Nora is at right now. Call every single emergency room if you have to. I need it fast."

The assistant didn't dare waste a second. He checked the traffic cameras and ambulance dispatch records, calling back in less than three minutes. Nora was at Capital General Hospital.

Finnegan drove straight to Capital General Hospital and located Nora's room.

The scene inside stopped him dead in his tracks. Nora was propped up in bed, an IV line trailing from her left arm to a medication bag on the stand.

Nora's heart sank, and she offered him zero warmth.

When she was drugged, he was nowhere to be found. When she was pinned to the bed and choked, he wasn't there. But now that she was safe, he suddenly showed up to play the hero.

Her tone was utterly flat. "Now that you see I'm fine, you can stop worrying and leave."

Finnegan acted as if he hadn't heard a single word. He walked right up to the sofa, purposely standing at full height, and glared down at Xander.

Barely three feet separated the two men. When Finnegan spoke, his voice was polite, but his eyes promised violence. "Mr. Harrison, thank you for looking after Nora. I'll take it from here, so you can leave."