Claimed by the Billionaire, Rejected by His Memory

Chapter Three

Ariella was carefully laid on the bed inside her room while they waited for the doctor's arrival. Fifteen minutes later, the sound of a car was heard driving into the compound, which belonged to Dr. Charles.

Dr. Charles, a well-trained and professional doctor at Grand Heaven Hospital, walked into the room with his kit box, dressed in a neatly tailored white shirt and trousers. He cleared his throat before speaking to the maid watching over her.

“Hello, miss. What happened to her?” he asked, bringing out some of the items he would need from the box.

“Doctor, I don’t know. I was only asked to look after her,” she replied, her tone laced with fear.

“If that is the case, I’ll have to carry out some tests to ascertain what is wrong with her,” he said with a faint, professional smile.

He carefully examined Ariella . Her face was pale, like someone who was exhausted, someone suffering from malnutrition and emotional strain. Her lips were dry and colorless. Her condition baffled him.

How could someone of her status, married to one of the richest men in the entire country, be in such a state? he wondered.

After checking her temperature and vital signs, he turned to the maid standing nearby.

“Where is her husband, Damien?” he asked, his expression serious.

“He should be in his room, doctor. Should I call him?” she replied.

“Yes, please. I need to take her to the hospital to conduct proper medical tests,” he explained.

“Okay, sir, I will ”

She couldn’t finish her sentence before Damien’s deep, commanding voice cut through the room.

“That won’t be necessary, doctor.”

Everyone turned instantly.

“My wife is unconscious and cannot be taken anywhere in this condition. You will treat her here,” he said, his tone firm and authoritative as his eyes scanned Ariella .

“That is not possible, sir,” Dr. Charles replied, trying to remain calm. “That is not how hospital procedures work. There are certain examinations that cannot be carried out at home.”

“Are you trying to question my order?” Damien thundered, his voice sharp and dangerous.

The maids immediately fled the room, leaving Damien alone with the doctor and three bodyguards.

Dr. Charles felt fear grip him. His heartbeat quickened, and the hairs on his arms stood on end. He had heard stories about Damien Blackwood, but he never imagined he would encounter him like this.

“I didn’t mean to anger you, sir,” he said quickly. “It’s just that some of the equipment needed cannot be moved out of the hospital premises.”

Without responding, Damien stretched out his hand toward one of the bodyguards behind him, who immediately handed him his phone.

He dialed a number and put it on speaker.

“Hello, is this Mr. Henry from Grand Heaven Hospital?” he asked as soon as the call connected.

“Yes, sir. How can we be of service to you?” came the response in a formal tone.

“This is Damien Blackwood. I want my wife to be attended to immediately with every single tool required.”

“Okay, sir,” the man replied, his tone shifting instantly with recognition.

“Your staff, Dr. Charles, is here. I want you to grant him full access to anything he needs to treat my wife immediately.”

“I will do that right away, sir.”

Damien ended the call and turned to Dr. Charles. Leaning close to his ear, he spoke in a low, threatening tone.

“You have thirty minutes to attend to my wife. If anything goes wrong, you will lose your job and I will make sure no hospital ever hires you again.”

With that, he straightened up and walked out of the room.

Dr. Charles stood frozen for a moment, both shaken and relieved. For a second, he had thought Damien would order his bodyguards to assault him.

Now, he had only thirty minutes to either save Ariella or risk losing his career forever.

He quickly administered an injection to stabilize her condition and help her regain consciousness. Then, he collected a sample of her blood for testing before rushing out to the hospital.

Dr. Charles sped down the road at a dangerously high speed, anyone watching would think his brakes had failed. But only he knew what he was trying to avoid.

Ten minutes later, he arrived at Grand Heaven Hospital, nearly knocking over the gateman as he rushed inside.

Damien was in his room, pacing like a caged lion. Goosebumps prickled across his skin despite the cold air from the air conditioner. For the first time, he felt something unfamiliar, unease.

Have I been too harsh on her? he thought. I was only trying to be the man I’m supposed to be… not someone weak, a man a woman can take advantage of.

He walked over to his wine collection, picked up a bottle of red wine, and began to drink. He had barely taken three gulps when his phone started ringing.

He immediately set the bottle aside and rushed to answer it, hoping it was Dr. Charles. Instead, it was a call from his office informing him about the arrival of one of his company’s co-shareholders.

He quickly adjusted his shirt, put on his suit, picked up his car keys and briefcase, and headed downstairs.

In the sitting room, he met one of his bodyguards, Roy, and handed him the briefcase.

“Take this to the car and bring it around,” he ordered before turning to Beatrice, the chief cook, who was arranging lunch on the dining table.

“Beatrice,” he called sharply.

She turned in fear, almost dropping the plate in her hands.

“Make sure you attend to my wife when she wakes up. And under no circumstances should she leave this house until I return. Is that understood?” he said, his tone firm and commanding like that of a military officer.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, her head bowed.

He reached for the door handle, then paused and turned back.

“One more thing, tell the doctor to call me once he is done treating her. Under no circumstances should he leave without informing me.”

“Yes, sir,” she repeated.

Roy opened the back door of the car as soon as Damien stepped outside. He entered, and with a slight nod, signaled the driver to move.

The engine roared to life as the car sped toward the gate, which swung open wide like a runway.

Just as they accelerated, a white car attempting to enter the compound nearly collided with them, leaving a slight scratch on the limousine’s front bumper.

The driver slammed on the brakes instantly.

The sudden stop caused Damien to lurch forward, his head hitting the back of the driver’s seat.

Fury erupted within him.

He flung the door open and stepped out like a lion ready to devour its prey.