“Call my husband” was the first thing Celia said.
Right before, she lamented about how he would kill her if he knew where she was.
Reyona had no idea why her husband would want to kill her, but she quickly made arrangements to get her to the nearest hospital.
That was another issue for Celia, though.
She insisted they had to go to their personal hospital.
The moment they got to the lower level, the men and maids that came with her sprang into action when they saw Celia being helped out of the elevator.
“I will call master,” one of them said.
But Celia stopped her keening groan long enough to say “No,” Then she looked at Reyona. “You will do it.”
What difference does it make?
“But I don’t even know who your husband is,” Reyona said as she helped her to open the car door.
“You do.
