The merciless ceo novel Chapter 17

Chapter 8 

Trey stood at the entrance of the Blood Donor Center and heard the nurse’s exclamation. He was struck like lightning and rushed in. 

His gaze fell upon Silvia’s pale face, which had once been bright and captivating, now devoid of any color, like a cold sculpture. 

There was still a needle inserted in her wrist, and the blood had stopped flowing. On the screen of the instrument, that straight line was so glaring that it made one’s heart tremble. 

“Silvia… died?” 

Trey murmured to himself, as if he couldn’t believe the reality in front of him. 

Although he was not a fan of Silvia, and even had a deep dislike for her, at this moment, an indescribable complex emotion surged in his heart. 

He knew that Silvia betrayed Zachary, knew that she was a promiscuous woman, but… all these years, Trey Glenn saw Zachary’s feelings for her. 

The torment of both love and hate, the pain that cannot be let go, he knew it better than anyone else. 

Now, Silvia has died like this. What would Zachary’s reaction be if he knew? 

Trey’s mind was in chaos, and he instinctively shouted to the nurse, “Quick! Save her! We must -bring her back no matter what!” 

The nurse shook her head, her tone heavy, “She had already stopped breathing. She had cancer and had lost so much blood, there was no way to save her.” 

“Cancer?!” 

Trey was stunned, he had never heard that Silvia had cancer. How could she have cancer? She had just been released from prison not long ago, how could… 

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps could be heard coming from the end of the corridor. 

Zachary strode over, his brow furrowed and a hint of weariness in his voice. “Rebecca has come out of the emergency room, thanks to the blood donation from that person. Please make arrangements to provide additional compensation.” 

Trey’s heart sank suddenly as he glanced at Silvia lying on the bed and then looked at Zachary. He didn’t know how to speak up for a moment. 

Zachary’s gaze swept across the room of the Blood Donor Center, seemingly not noticing the 

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person on the bed, and coldly urged, “What? Is there a problem?” 

Trey gritted his teeth, but in the end, he still didn’t speak the truth. 

He walked briskly to the bedside, covered Silvia’s face with a white cloth, and then turned to Zachary and said, “Mr. Aldrich, the person who was donating blood… has already died.” 

Zachary’s footsteps paused, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, seemingly surprised, but quickly regained his composure. 

He spoke lightly, “Dead? Then comfort her family well and give them more money.” 

Trey nodded, but his heart was filled with mixed feelings. 

Zachary’s reaction was so indifferent because he thought the person who died was just an 

insignificant stranger. 

But… 

That was Silvia. 

She was the person he had once deeply loved, and she was the person he had hated for so many 

years. 

“Mr. Aldrich… 

Trey opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but Zachary had already turned and left, leaving only a cold remark, “Rebecca is still waiting for me, come over after you finish things 

here.” 

Trey stood in place, ultimately choosing to silently watch as Zachary’s figure gradually disappeared at the end of the hallway. 

He lowered his head and glanced at Silvia, who was covered with a white cloth, and a complex and indescribable emotion surged in his heart. 

He knew that Silvia’s death meant that there would be no more obstacles to Mr. Aldrich and Ms. 

Deross‘ wedding. 

However, he was also aware that Zachary’s feelings for Silvia were far more complex than he appeared. 

“Silvia…” 

Mr. Trey murmured softly, a wave of inexplicable sadness welling up in his heart. “Don’t blame me, Aldrich is going to marry Ms. Deross. His life is about to enter a new chapter, and whether you are 

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alive or dead, you must completely exit his life.” 

Trey took a deep breath and turned away from the Blood Donor Center. 

He knew that he had to deal with Silvia’s affairs as soon as possible and couldn’t let Mr. Aldrich 

know about her death. 

He dialed the funeral parlor’s phone number and arranged for them to cremate Silvia’s body and 

bury it directly. 

However, just as he was about to hang up the phone, the nurse suddenly walked over, looking 

somewhat hesitant. 

“Sir, there is something I must tell you,” the nurse said in a low voice. “Ms. Winston, before her passing, had given me a call, stating that she had made an appointment for a sea burial half a month ago and requested our assistance in fulfilling it.” 

Trey was stunned, a wave of shock running through his heart. 

Sea burial? How could Silvia have made an appointment for a sea burial? Did she already know she would die half a month ago?