I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away
Chapter 395: A Desperate Gamble

Everyone who comes into this world hopes to leave without regrets.

Yet, this world is full of things and people that tug at our hearts.

Bianca's life has been filled with hardships, her only happiness being the two years she was married to Darcy. After giving birth to her daughter, her life of suffering truly began.

Seeing Bianca in such a state, Stella's eyes couldn't help but moisten. If Bianca were truly to pass away, Stella wanted to ensure that she left without regrets, promising to take care of everything herself. "Thank... thank you," Bianca managed a weak smile and slowly, her grip on Stella's hand weakened.

"Bianca, Bianca," noticing something was wrong, Stella urgently said, "Don't die, you haven't even met your biological daughter yet. Hold on, just to see her once. Otherwise, how could you be content?" Stella hoped this appeal would ignite Bianca's will to live.

Seeing the situation worsening, Stella called for the doctor.

The doctor rushed in, and a flurry of activity ensued as they began resuscitation efforts.

Stella stepped outside, tears streaming down her face, when Joy Chaucer urgently asked her, "Mrs. Sterling, what did my mom say to you?"

"At a time like this, you're asking that?" Stella snapped back harshly, "It's not your place to question what I discuss with your mother. Show some respect." Joy's face fell with embarrassment.

"Stella, how could you say that? Joy is just worried," Chloe interjected.

"I think she's just feeling guilty," Stella blurted out, a comment that indeed made Joy feel guilty but unable to respond.

Sensing the tension, Julian tugged at Stella's arm, "Ease up a bit, everyone's on edge because of Bianca's condition."

Stella scoffed, "Of course she's anxious; the power of attorney isn't settled yet."

Unable to confront Stella, Joy and Chloe stood by, silent and sullen.

Doctors came and went, and the intensive care unit was a blur of activity as they fought to save Bianca. Meanwhile, in Mondale.

Meredith was at the police station waiting to pick up Terrence Sterling, having been there for half the day.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her chest, a sudden wave of sadness overcoming her.

Rubbing her chest, Meredith felt a premonition that something bad was happening. Could there have been a complication with Terrence Sterling's case?

As a video that could change Marry's testimony gained traction, Meredith, accompanied by her lawyer, arrived at the police station to bail out Terrence Sterling. New evidence proved that Terrence Sterling had not assaulted Marry, and thus the police had no right to continue holding him.

Alistair Golding, the cunning old fox, hadn't managed to lure Meredith into his territory. With the case taking a new turn, he dared not show his face.

The officials were under pressure as Meredith stirred up the media and presented her lawyer and evidence, insisting on waiting at the station, making the officials nervous.

After four hours, and seeing no willingness to release Terrence, Meredith grew impatient.

"I'll make another trip to the underground casino to meet Alistair Golding," she told Selene.

"Then I'll go get the car," Selene responded.

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Upon Meredith's arrival at the underground casino, someone immediately went to inform Alistair Golding.

Surprised yet intrigued that Meredith had returned, Alistair was in a mood for a challenge. "Bring her in," he said, ready to take advantage of the situation.

Having lost to Meredith the previous day, Alistair felt a need to regain his pride. If he could not turn this situation around, how could he face himself?

Minutes later, Meredith appeared alone before Alistair Golding, with Selene stopped at the door.

Seated on the sofa, Alistair admired the bold and beautiful woman who had come alone, his mind entertaining wicked thoughts, yet he couldn't help but respect her courage. "You have guts, coming here alone, Mrs. Sterling," he remarked.

"Mr. Golding, you are a businessman, you know how to weigh the pros and cons. What's more important, the lives of me and my husband or your standing in Mondale? You can judge," Meredith said coldly, her tone firm. "I hope you release my husband quickly, otherwise, I'll have to take even harsher steps. We can either back down gracefully, or it can end in mutual destruction. If I don't walk out of here in ten minutes, the world will know of your schemes to frame my husband." Meredith glanced at her watch. "You have eight minutes to decide."