Eleanor was completely out of it.
She stared blankly at her phone before it finally clicked—Carl was talking about her as someone's lover. Her eyes instinctively shifted to Ethan.
Ethan didn't look happy at all. His girl had been dragged into some nonsense.
"Remy's not doing well. I want to go check on him," Eleanor said, her voice a little anxious.
It wasn't Carl's nonsense that was bothering her, she was way more worried about Remy.
Remy had collapsed again, and his health was already shaky to begin with. She had a bad feeling about it.
"No," Ethan said firmly, his brows pulled together and his tone ice-cold.
There was zero chance he'd let her go.
"But Martin—"
"Now's not the right time. One of my friends is his attending doctor. I'll keep you updated on ever
