The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 315

"Sorry, I'm busy!" With that, Winona was about to hang up.

But another person took the phone. "Miss Perkins, I'm Mr. Frank's attending physician. Could I, as his doctor, ask you to please come to the hospital? Mr. Frank is in critical condition. He was just revived in the emergency room, and he desperately wants to see you."

"He wants to see me, so I have to come running? He's not my ancestor! His life and death have nothing to do with me! Why are you trying to guilt-trip me? On what grounds?" Winona's voice was sharp with agitation.

The memory of Frank holding her captive was still vivid in her mind. She had saved his life, believing he had a shred of conscience. Her grandmother, pitying him as a fellow lonely old soul, had spared him a prison sentence.

And what was the result?

He had turned around and betrayed her, betrayed her grandmother.

Winona never wanted to see that man again as long as she lived.

"Miss Perkins, saving a life is a great act of merit. If not for him, then please, do it for us doctors," the doctor pleaded, his tone full of difficulty.

Winona was silent.

"Go," Yves Prescott, who was driving, urged her gently. "Maybe it's a misunderstanding. Maybe he regrets what he did and wants to clear the air."

Winona let out a cold laugh. "What misunderstanding could there be between us? I saved his life, my grandmother spared him from prison, and in return, he called her a slut who survived by seducing men. He teamed up with Teague Shepherd, Henrietta, and Felicity's grandmother to torment her. My grandmother was in such a pitiful state! I wouldn't feel sorry for a man like that if he died a hundred times over!"

"Life is full of misunderstandings," Yves Prescott said with a sigh.

"The first few times I met you, it was because you were chasing after Julian and Felicity, which gave me a terrible impression of you. I don't want to blame them, but I have to admit, a large part of my awful attitude towards you back then was because of them."

Yves Prescott continued, his voice heavy, "They created a false narrative for me, making me believe you were some shameless, obsessive woman. That's what led me to say things to you that you can't forgive."

As he spoke, he glanced at Winona in the rearview mirror. His expression was stern but held a sincerity and regret that made her pause.

She knew, in truth, that he had only spoken harshly to her in the beginning, when he didn't know her.

After that, he had always been there to help her.

Left with no other choice, the doctor had called her.

But Winona wasn't Frank's family; Felicity was.

After getting off the phone with Winona, the doctor immediately called Felicity.

Felicity was in the same hospital, receiving an IV drip.

Yesterday afternoon, after being assaulted with filth at the hospital entrance, Xander had taken her to a hotel across the street. The hotel manager, repulsed by the smell, had her hosed down with cold water until the stench was gone before allowing her inside.

As a result, she had caught a severe cold, and by midnight, her temperature had soared to 105 degrees Fahrenheit.

Unable to bear it any longer, she had deliriously called the hotel's front desk, which sent her back to this hospital for treatment.

This morning, her fever had yet to fully break, and she was on another bag of fluids.