Chapter 353 Torn Between Two Devils

“Elsie!” Paul roared and kicked the door open!

Elsie flinched, her whole body trembling as she quickly shoved her hands behind her back. Her wide eyes locked onto Paul in terror.

Why is he here?!

Paul stormed over, grabbed Morgan by the collar, and yanked him out of the wheelchair. “You bastard! You think you can steal my woman?!”

Morgan, still injured, fell hard to the floor and glared at Paul with fury in his eyes. But he was far from recovered—he was all bark and no bite.

Paul ignored him. With one hand, he grabbed Elsie by the throat and dragged her toward him.

Elsie was frozen in fear, staring at him in horror. Then she forced herself to calm down and blurted out, “Mr. Paul, why are you attacking Mr. Morgan?!”

Paul’s eyes bulged with rage. “You whore, Elsie. How did I never realize you were this good at seducing men?”

Elsie frowned. “Mr. Paul, show some respect. We broke up, remember? You’re married now. Who I’m with has nothing to do with you.”

“We broke up? Since when did I agree to that? You think just saying it makes it true?” he barked.

“What do you expect me to do?” she shot back. “Keep living in shame while watching you play the loving husband to Taylor? Do you have any idea what people have been saying about me since your wedding? I got suspended from the hospital. Store clerks mock me like I’m some beggar. And where were you? Laughing it up with Taylor! I gave you everything I had. When everyone turned on you, I was the only one who stayed. I sold my own things to raise money for you. And what did I get in return? Paul, if you can’t give an answer, then you shouldn’t have made promises.”

Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed—quiet and full of sorrow, as if Paul had betrayed her a hundred times over.

Paul’s expression shifted. There was a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. Every promise he’d made to Elsie flashed through his mind. For the first time, he felt a pang of guilt. He made up his mind—he was going to take her with him.

Morgan, watching from the floor, sneered coldly. “Elsie, if you walk out with him today, I swear you’ll regret it.”

Elsie’s steps faltered, her gaze torn. Both men were rich, powerful, and came with their own perks. She didn’t want to let go of either of them.

Paul didn’t notice her hesitation. He pulled Elsie behind him and glared at Morgan. “I know Wyatt’s backing you, but don’t think that puts you on my level. Watch your back, or one day you won’t even know what hit you.”

Morgan had never taken well to threats. He laughed. “Everyone in Silverbrough knows you live off women. Don’t act all tough here just to go crying at your wife’s feet later. Beg her to fight your battles, huh? Hahaha…”

Paul’s pride couldn’t take mockery like that. Fuming, he raised his fist, ready to teach Morgan a lesson.

Elsie panicked and pushed against him. “Paul! Someone’s coming! Let it go, okay?”

Her attempt to calm him only made things worse. “Let them come! I’m not afraid!” he snapped.

Elsie stamped her foot. “What do you expect me to say to people after this?!”

That finally got through to Paul. He started thinking. This whole mess wasn’t a good look for anyone.

Elsie’s face went ghost-white. She clung to Paul’s arm, terrified he’d lash out again.

Paul didn’t respond. Jaw clenched, he stormed out of the hospital with a face like thunder, shoved Elsie into the car, and slammed the door behind him as he got in.

His fury terrified her. She whispered in a trembling voice, “Paul, don’t be like this…. You’re scaring me…”

His face was like stone. Suddenly, he raised his hand and grabbed her by the throat again. “You slept with him?”

Sensing how violent he was getting, Elsie quickly denied it. “No! He said that just to provoke you!”

“I’ll ask one more time. Did you sleep with him or not?” Paul growled through gritted teeth.

Elsie shook her head furiously, refusing to admit anything. She knew if she did, he really would kill her.

But Paul wasn’t letting her off. “You think I’m an idiot? I heard you! You said your hands and your mouth were sore. You’ve been getting real creative, huh?”

Elsie burst into tears. “It’s not like that…. Paul, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m just Mr. Morgan’s caregiver. My hands were sore from giving him physical therapy. My mouth was sore from blowing on hot water for him. Nothing happened between us, I swear! After being with you, how could I possibly have room in my heart for another man?”