Chapter 32
After Calista gave them the mansion’s address, the ambulance arrived immediately. By the time the paramedics got there, she had already slipped into a light coma.
The paramedics lifted Calista into the ambulance. A paramedic leaned in close and tried to rouse her. “Ms. Marchand, is there no one else at home?”
Calista shook her head.
“Are you feeling unwell anywhere else?”
She shook her head again. “Just my lower stomach hurts.”
“Does it still hurt even after taking painkillers?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“How many did you take?”
“Three,” she said faintly.
The paramedic was shocked. “You can’t take so many. This medicine has side effects. If your period cramps are that bad, you should have asked your husband to massage your stomach or make you some tea. If you just rely on painkillers like this, it could affect your fertility later on.”
Another paramedic nearby shot her a look and subtly motioned for her to stop talking.
She had instantly recognized Calista as the pregnant woman from a month ago, the one who had been in a car accident and had no one to care for her.
Back then, not a single family member was by her side, and even her hospital bills had been paid by Alexander. The situation had caused quite a stir at the time.
After being taken to the hospital, Calista underwent a series of tests.
In her daze, she caught the sound of a gentle, comforting voice. “Her test results are fine. Go make her some tea, but don’t make it too sweet.”
“Got it, Dr. Lester.”
Calista slowly opened her eyes and saw a man in a white coat standing before her. She froze for a moment.
It was the same man she had run into at the supermarket the day before.
She tried to sit up, but Alexander gently pressed her shoulder down. “You’re still very weak. You need to rest, so don’t move just yet.”
He touched the back of her hand and found it cold, so he adjusted the IV drip, slowing it down.
“You’re a doctor?”
Alexander glanced down and smiled faintly at her. “Surprised?”
Calista looked at him and shook her head. There was something familiar about him. She felt like she’d seen him somewhere before. So she bluntly asked, “Besides the supermarket last time, have we met before?”
With his hands in his coat pockets and a stethoscope around his neck, Alexander replied, “I was your attending doctor when you were in the car accident last month.”
So it was him. During the surgery, Calista remembered someone comforting her, telling her not to be afraid. “Thank you,” she said.
Alexander nodded. “I’m just doing my job.”
The man in front of her had neatly styled short hair that shifted slightly in the breeze.
When she looked up, his deep, mesmerizing eyes were enough to make any woman fall for him in an instant. But a man like that came with danger written all over him.
Lucien lowered his gaze and elegantly cut his steak. “What are you trying to say?”
Julia set down her utensils and raised her glass, staring into the swirl of red wine. “I saw that video. I never thought that someone like you, who was always so above it all, would marry someone like that.”
She took a sip, swirling the wine as if she were absentminded, though her eyes kept drifting back to the man across from her. “Lucien, since when did your standards fall so low?”
Lucien’s knife paused mid–cut, and his dark eyes fixed on her with a cold gaze.
Julia gave a nonchalant smile. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m just being honest. She may not be good enough for you, but there’s one thing I have to admit. When I meet her someday, I’ll have to ask her to teach me how to become Mrs. Fenwick.
“Lucien, we’ve known each other for years. I’ve always thought that you’d go for someone even better than my sister. But now, I’m starting to question your judgment.”
A cold glint flashed across Lucien’s eyes, then vanished as quickly as it came. He picked up a napkin and wiped his hands.
Just then, Galen walked over and leaned down to whisper something into Lucien’s ear.
Lucien stood up, his tall frame casting a shadow over her. He looked down at her with indifference. “Confidence is a good thing, but when it tips over the edge, it’s nothing but foolishness. Ms. Olson, maybe you should take a good look at yourself before criticizing others.”
After he finished speaking, he slipped one hand into his pocket and walked away.
Julia couldn’t keep up her composure any longer. She chased after him and said, “She’s coming back, Lucien! You’d better clean up the women around you.”
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