No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 371

A little over an hour later, at the hospital.

Claudia was just about to head to Grant Manor when Mark rushed over. "Ma'am, Mr. Ferguson was in a car accident. He's in the emergency room at this hospital right now!"

"A car accident?" Claudia found it hard to believe.

In Capital City, unless someone had a death wish or was trying to stage an insurance scam, who would dare hit York's car?

Her eyes unintentionally flickered to Rock Sayer, and her heart sank.

Claudia strode over, grabbed Rock, and pushed him against the wall. She glanced back at Mark, then lowered her voice to ask Rock, "Did you hit York with your car?"

Rock Sayer grunted in affirmation. "He snitched on me to my grandpa and refuses to divorce you."

Claudia clapped a hand over Rock's mouth, giving him a pointed look. She prompted him, "Your brakes failed, right?"

Rock shook his head. "My car just passed inspection. There's nothing wrong with it."

Claudia glanced at Mark again, breaking out in a nervous sweat. She shot Rock another frantic look. "I know, you must have had a relapse. You came to see me for a check-up. Go register now, I'll see you before you leave."

Rock puffed out his chest. "Claudia, I'm not sick. I'm eating well, sleeping well, and I feel fantastic. I just wanted to even the score."

For the third time, Claudia looked back at Mark, then grabbed Rock Sayer and started walking.

Even if Rock Sayer was the youngest son of a powerful European conglomerate, this was Capital City. No matter how influential his family was, he wouldn't get away with hitting York unscathed.

Mark watched helplessly as Claudia left and disappeared into an elevator.

An hour or so later, York was moved to a VIP room. His face was grim as he asked Mark, "Where is she?"

Mark didn't dare speak. His boss had sent him to get her, but she hadn't even asked if York was dead or alive before leaving with someone else. Mark decided it was better not to say that.

York, dressed in a blue and white hospital gown and hooked up to an IV, lay on the bed and stared fixedly at him. "I'm asking you a question. Are you mute?"

Mark hesitated. "Mr. Ferguson, your wife... she..."

Seeing Mark's reaction, York frowned. "What did she say?"

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