No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 283

The group moved closer.

Ann's mother, Laurel, was collapsed on the side of the road, while Ann was crying and begging passersby for help.

When Ann saw York, her cries grew louder. "York, my mom fainted! Please, I'm begging you, help me!"

Seeing that no one in the crowd dared to step forward, York grabbed Claudia's wrist and pulled her to the front.

"You're a doctor. Take a look," York told her.

Claudia pulled her hand away and stepped coolly to Laurel's side. She looked down at Laurel, whose eyelashes were trembling ever so slightly—her eyes cool, almost dismissive.

"She's fine," Claudia told York.

Ann, still sitting helplessly beside her mother, tearfully challenged Claudia. "Dr. Watkins, you're a doctor. My mother has collapsed right here. Even if you won't help, do you have to make such heartless comments?"

By addressing Claudia as 'Dr. Watkins' instead of 'Mrs. Ferguson' in front of everyone, Ann was deliberately framing the situation.

At her words, the crowd began to murmur, criticizing Claudia for her lack of medical ethics and calling her unfit to be a doctor.

York lowered his voice. "Claudia, you are a doctor. A life is on the line right now. This is not the time to be petty with me."

Claudia looked at York, her expression calm and composed. "York, based on my many years of medical training, their ailment is psychosomatic."

"Right now," Claudia continued, "if you go comfort Ann and take her mother home, I guarantee they'll both be lively enough not only to cook you dinner but to sleep with you as well."

They stood face to face, and York's expression turned frigid, his eyes flashing a clear warning.

Ann crawled over to Claudia, crying. She grabbed the hem of Claudia's coat and pleaded, "Dr. Watkins, I'm begging you. The ambulance hasn't arrived yet, and I don't know what to do. Can't you at least perform first aid for my mom?"

As the chorus of accusations grew louder, Claudia looked down at Ann. Her gaze slowly moved to the wrinkled fabric of her coat clutched in Ann's hand, and she frowned in disgust.

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