As Shawn Rosewood drove to the hospital, different thoughts ran through his mind as he tried to process all that he had just learned from Alfred and Diana.
Although he wasn't very close to his younger brother, Henry, he knew Henry to a large degree and he doubted that Henry would have let his wife go so easily.
For all of Henry's life, he had only wanted one thing- and that was to be acknowledged by them as a Rosewood since he was a bastard.
He had done all he could for Shawn to accept him and treat him as his brother and sometimes Shawn thought he did too much in his quest for acceptance.
Although the public didn't know it since the Rosewood family had kept it a secret, Henry was his half-brother- a result of a sordid affair.
Growing up, Henry had always been the family's black sheep, a reminder of his father's infidelity, and Shawn had never truly bonded with Henry because his mother had made it clear she wanted him to have nothing to do with Henry.
He was the son of a gold-digging whore who had wanted to reap where she did not sow, and his mother had gotten rid of her immediately after she birthed Henry since she didn't want any rumors of an affair or for anything to tarnish the Rosewood family name.
Henry knew very well how much the Rosewood family hated the idea of divorce, so it didn't make sense that he would divorce Vanessa and marry someone else regardless of the circumstances.
Or was it that he had been truly in love with this Diana lady and she had led him to do that? Shawn mused thoughtfully.
Thinking about Diana, his brows pulled together in a frown. Something about her didn't sit well with him and he couldn't even point out what it was.
Shawn sighed deeply as his thoughts drifted back to Henry once again. First, they said he had been missing for days, and now an accident. Where had he been all this while then? Was it that he had been involved in the accident days ago but no one had been there to rescue him until now? Or was there something else at play here? Shawn mused.
Whatever the situation was, Henry was still a Rosewood, and family meant everything to Shawn. He intended to uncover the truth. If there was foul play involved, he would get to the bottom of it.
Once Shawn arrived at the hospital, he strode to the reception desk, his presence commanding immediate attention.
"I want to see whoever is in charge here and the doctor attending to Henry Rosewood," Shawn demanded, his voice brooking no argument.
The receptionist, a young woman with wide eyes, nodded quickly and picked up the phone. Within minutes, a middle-aged doctor with kind eyes and a weary expression appeared, his white coat flapping as he approached.
Recognizing Shawn, he greeted him politely as he led him to a private office. Inside the office, he gestured for Shawn to sit. "Mr. Rosewood, I'm Dr. Collins. Your brother was brought in a while ago. We are doing everything we can for him."
Shawn's gaze was piercing. "How is he? Is it serious?"
The doctor sighed, running a hand through his thinning hair. "Your brother was unconscious and reeking of alcohol when he was brought in. It appears he was driving under the influence. We're running tests to check his blood for alcohol and drugs while we try to resuscitate him."
Shawn leaned forward, "Don't bother with the drug test. He'd never go near drugs," Henry said confidently.
"I see. By the way, do you know if he has any allergies? I'd like to have his medical history," the doctor said.
"Henry is allergic to opioids. So, whatever you do, do not give him opioids. I will have him transferred to the family clinic after you stabilize him," Shawn said, remembering the one time Henry had almost died because of a morphine tablet.
"Is that the only thing he is allergic to?" The doctor asked, and Shawn's eyes narrowed.
"To the best of my knowledge, yes. Why do you ask?"
The doctor's brow furrowed. "He seemed to have had an allergic reaction. The signs were there when he was brought in. To be safe, we need to check if he took any drugs."
Suspicion gnawed at Shawn. "Fine. Do the test. But call me the moment the results are out and he's out of the emergency room."
Dr. Collins nodded. "Of course, Mr. Rosewood. We'll keep you updated."
As Shawn left the office, his mind raced with questions. Outside, he found the lawyer waiting by the side. Shawn approached him, his eyes cold and calculating.
"Exactly what is going on, Alfred? Is that lady telling the truth about her relationship with Henry?"
Alfred's face was grave. "It's the truth. Henry was processing a divorce and planned to introduce Diana to you and the family."
"How does that make sense? Henry knows very well that my mother would never approve of that, and all his life he has lived wanting her approval. Was he really ing to let of Vanessa or did he have other plans?" Shawn asked and Alfred sighed.
"I don't know if he had any other plans. But I know he wanted to keep the divorce hush. And I just found out where he was found. It was an abandoned asylum he purchased a couple of weeks ago," Alfred said Shawn raised a brow.
"Henry bought an abandoned asylum?" He asked, trying to connect the dots.
What were the chances that he announced on television that his perfectly sane wife was insane, and now he was divorcing her and buying an abandoned asylum?
"Yes."
"Where is Vanessa now?" Shawn asked with interest.
"She's with her parents. She moved out two weeks ago," Alfred explained.
Shawn's jaw tightened. "Don't say a word to my mother yet. Tell Diana to not let the word of Henry's accident out. We can't let this get out."
Alfred nodded solemnly. "Understood."
As Shawn got into his car, he contemplated going to see Mia or going back to Henry's and then decided to go see Mia.
He arrived there twenty minutes later, and Maria was startled when she opened the door and saw him.
"Hello, Mrs Lawson. I'm sorry to stop by unannounced. I'd like to see Vanessa," he said with a polite smile.
Maria nodded, her mouth dry, "You're welcome. Please come in," she said, her mind racing as she ushered him into the living room.