Chapter 3 She Was Alive?
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In a penthouse suite at The Celestia Collection hotel in downtown Newhaven...
William sat on the sofa, his posture rigid and his expression impatient, staring at the woman in front of him who was sobbing uncontrollably.
His long legs were crossed, and his crisp white shirt collar was perfectly pressed, with a dark-patterned black tie neatly fastened, giving him an air of refined elegance.
"Ms. Wilson, are you telling me that Clearview Hospital failed to arrange a proper doctor for Mr. Astor?" Greene, who was also present, asked calmly after seeing the woman's tears.
But he called her Ms. Wilson, not Mrs. Astor.
"Yes, I was deceived! Their attitude was terrible. I asked a few simple questions, and the doctor started yelling at me! She said she never intended to treat William! All the efforts I made were in vain!"
Ruby Wilson emphasized her frustration, but William clearly seemed more focused on the doctor who had refused to treat him.
"Who was it?"
"Nancy Moore! That's what the hospital director called her!"
Ruby eagerly spat out the name, as if she couldn't wait to bring the doctor right in front of William so she could make her pay!
William's face darkened.
For years, he had suffered from severe insomnia, spending countless sleepless nights, relying on medication just to fall asleep.
But the more pills he took, the more irritable he became, which only worsened his headaches.
That was why he had sought help from Clearview Hospital.
Now, a doctor dared to refuse to treat him?
Anger flared in his bloodshot eyes, a dangerous, menacing energy rising inside him.
"Find out everything you can about this Nancy Moore," he ordered coldly.
That night, Grace had trouble sleeping, troubled by thoughts that weighed heavily on her mind.
She didn't notice the several missed calls from her phone, muted in the darkness, until the following morning when the alarm woke her up.
Groggily, she checked her phone and saw several missed calls from the hospital.
Instantly, the sleepiness disappeared. It only took a moment before a terrifying thought flashed in her mind, and the next second, she was out of bed, rushing to grab the phone.
At that moment, her phone vibrated again. This time, it was a call from her friend, Wendy Evans. Grace picked up quickly.
"Hello?"
"Nancy, what's going on at the hospital? Why is your office full of people? They're all looking for you. What did you do?"
Wendy's voice was a rapid-fire barrage of questions.
Grace's face turned even paler.
"It's nothing. They just want me to treat a patient, but I don't want to. They were just looking through my office for some files," she explained.
"Really?" Wendy's voice sounded suspicious.
"Really. Don't worry. By the way, could you look after the kids for me today?"
Grace's heart raced at the thought. She could not let William know about the children.
If he found out, he would surely take them away.
With her current abilities, there was no way she could fight against a global business empire like Astor Holdings!
"Mommy's really busy with work today, but Wendy will take you both to play, okay?"
Although Allen and Amy were surprised by the sudden change in plans, they noticed Grace's flustered expression and nodded obediently.
"We'll be good."
"Alright, I'll take you to the café, and Wendy will meet you there."
After seeing her children off, Grace made up her mind to head to the hospital.
She wasn't afraid to face William.
She owed him nothing, and she didn't feel she'd done anything wrong.
The reason she avoided him wasn't because of guilt—it was simply because she didn't want to see him again. And she feared that if he found out about her two children, they might not be hers anymore.
But why? She had kept her distance for so long, yet he was still coming after her.
Well, if he was determined to find her, then let him see her.
William had been waiting in Samuel's office for some time.
He kept fiddling with a work ID badge in his hands, staring at the photo on it, his expression growing increasingly twisted.
Years ago, after Grace and the children supposedly died in the operating room, William personally chose three beautiful plots of land, arranging a proper burial for them as a husband and father.
In the five years since, he had been tortured by insomnia, unable to escape the nightmare of that loss.
And now, to find out that Grace had tricked him? A sense of betrayal surged in him like a storm.
About forty minutes later, the sound of high heels echoed from the hallway.
"It's me, Nancy," she called, knocking on the door.
"Oh, Dr. Moore?"
William's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile.
Suddenly, his grip on the ID badge tightened, and the veins in his hand stood out as he crushed it, the plastic snapping sharply in his fingers.
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