Rebecca Quentin was truly startled, bent down, and slowly moved her steps towards the direction away from the hotel.
Rebecca Quentin didn’t know that Howard Geoffrey, with his always sharp eyes, had already noticed her when she poked her head out.
"Do you think you can still hide?"
A cold voice suddenly ca from behind.
Rebecca Quentin’s body jerked violently, feeling an icy chill running down her spine.
Even though she knew there was no way to escape, she still quickened her pace.
She really didn’t want to see him again...
She was walking hurriedly, having not walked at such a pace since she beca pregnant.
Because of her urgency, she started to feel a discomforting pain coming from her lower abdon.
The baby was protesting against her, but she was beyond control.
How could he be back, wasn’t he already returned to New York?
But contrary to her wishes, she felt he was closing in on her...
In desperation, she suddenly stopped and slipped into a nearby convenience store.
As she entered the convenience store, she leaned against the store’s counter, panting, one hand supporting her waist, and the other protecting her belly. Despite this, the stomach pain began to beco intolerable.
"Miss, what’s wrong with you?"
Seeing her rush in with a pale face, the store clerk imdiately ca over to check on her.
"I’m fine, I just ca to buy sothing, walked a little too fast." She feigned calmness, but the sweat on her forehead was dropping from the pain in her belly.
"But your face looks terrible..."
Rebecca Quentin suddenly grabbed the store clerk’s hand, "Please stop the man who’s about to co into the store, as long as you help stall for ti, I will give you a generous reward later!"
The store clerk didn’t understand at all, "What? Stop who?"
Before the clerk could get an answer, Rebecca Quentin was already collapsing, leaning against the counter, and sliding to the ground.
"Miss, miss?"
The store clerk beca nervous imdiately, and the custors in the convenience store gradually gathered around.
Rebecca Quentin’s consciousness started to blur due to the pain, in a daze, she saw a tall figure rushing in...
When Rebecca Quentin woke up, she was already lying on a white hospital bed, an IV drip inserted into her arm.
"Miss, you’re awake?"
Rebecca Quentin opened her eyes wide, glanced around, slightly relieved because the person she dreaded to see was not in her sight.
"Why am I in the hospital?" Rebecca Quentin wanted to clarify.
"It was your handso husband who brought you here!" The nurse replied with a smile.
Just hearing the first two words "handso", Rebecca Quentin’s body had already tensed up, her heart in her throat.
"No, I want to be discharged, I want to leave the hospital now..." Rebecca Quentin suddenly beca agitated.
The nurse quickly held Rebecca Quentin back, "Miss, you are weak now, the drip is not finished yet, you should rest well in bed..."
"I don’t want to, I’m fine!"
Getting out of bed, Rebecca Quentin imdiately moved to the door.
The nurse helplessly took down the IV bottle, following Rebecca Quentin.
The mont Rebecca Quentin opened the door, she saw Howard Geoffrey talking to a doctor in the hallway outside.
This was the only hospital in town, and the doctor speaking with Howard Geoffrey was the very one who perford her prenatal exams every ti.
Rebecca Quentin imdiately closed the door again, instantly becoming at a loss of what to do.
What to do, what to do?
He’s right outside...
Suddenly, Rebecca Quentin noticed there was another door on the left side of the hospital room, she urgently caught the nurse and asked, "I want to go out, can you help open this door?" Rebecca Quentin pointed to the left.
The nurse quickly supported Rebecca Quentin, and explained truthfully, "Sorry, that door is for direct access to the operating room when the patient is in danger; it can only be opened in ergency surgery situations."
"I am in danger right now, please help open the door, I beg you..." At that mont, Rebecca Quentin almost knelt to the young nurse in front of her.
The nurse was in a difficult position, "Miss, I really can’t..."
"Without my permission, you can’t go anywhere!!"
Rebecca Quentin stood in a daze; this familiar cold tone, this overbearing and forceful voice, was so familiar it terrified her.
She turned her head sharply to look at him.
His arms were crossed over his chest, his face clouded with inscrutable darkness, leaning against the door.
"Mr. Geoffrey, please stop your wife, she’s been clamoring to leave, but she’s still on a drip..."
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