Chapter 240: A Second Too Late
Summer frowned. “Are doctors always this naggy?”
The doctors were speechless. They did not want to nag either, but they had received instructions. Seeing that the woman lying on the bed showed no reaction, they could only shrug helplessly. Hete tried. Dean.
Inside the bedroom at Ravenshire Boulevard, Fraser lay sprawled on the bed, a silk blanket lazily draped over his waist, exposing the firm, defined muscles of his back. His bare upper body radiated raw masculinity. He had drunk too much last night. His head throbbed.
His phone rang. Once, twice, thrice. Annoyed, he finally stretched out a long arm, grabbed the phone from the bedside table, and lazily put it to his ear.
On the other end, Xavier’s voice sounded urgent. “Fraser, where are you?”
Fraser’s voice was deep and husky, still laced with sleep. “What is it?”
He turned over, resting a muscular arm over his forehead, eyes still shut. The bedroom was pitch dark. He lay there, enveloped in the shadows, exuding an air of restraint and self-control.
“I saw Summer at the hospital.”
Upon hearing those words, Fraser’s eyes snapped open, sharp and piercing in an instant.
“Speak clearly.”
Xavier swallowed. “She… she’s here for an abortion.”
A storm raged in Fraser’s pitch-black eyes. His pupils shrank, his voice ice-cold. “When?”
Xavier explained, “She just went into the operating room. I had the doctors delay it, but I don’t know if we can stop it in time.” Then, unable to hold back his curiosity, he hesitantly asked, “By the way, Fraser… is the child yours?”
Fraser gritted his teeth. “If anything happens to her, I’ll tear your hospital apart.”
She was already in the operating room, and he was only telling him now! Might as well be dead!
Without another word, Fraser threw off the covers, grabbed his clothes, and rushed out.
Hearing his frigid tone, Xavier felt a chill run down his spine. Even though Fraser was not in front of him, the coldness in his words was enough to make him shiver. “I was just trying to help…”
Before he could finish, the call was cut off. Staring at the disconnected call, Xavier finally processed Fraser’s reaction.
So the child was Fraser’s.
The sleek black luxury car tore down the road like a beast unleashed, swift and aggressive. The roaring wind and engine noise were locked outside the cabin. Inside, the only sound was the fierce pounding of Fraser’s heart. His slender fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, obsidian eyes fixed on the road ahead. His foot pressed the gas pedal to its limit. With a sharp turn of the wheel, he sped through a red light.
His lips curled into a cold smirk. That woman. She was really something.
Chapter 240: A Second Too Late
“Summer!” His deep voice rang out. His gaze locked onto the glowing red words above the surgical doors that said ‘surgery in progress.’
His pupils constricted, long lashes trembling slightly. For a moment, he couldn’t comprehend those words, or rather, he refused to. Then, like a tidal wave crashing over him, realization struck.
The doors slowly opened. A few doctors in white coats stepped out.
Fraser’s brows furrowed tightly. Without hesitation, he grabbed one of the doctors by the collar, his voice razor-sharp. “The woman inside, how is she?”
The doctor, startled, was lifted off the ground. He thought this was some violent hospital troublemaker. “Sir, let me go! Calm down!”
Fraser’s cold, dark eyes locked onto him. “Tell me.”
The doctor, his back drenched in cold sweat, hurriedly stammered, “I’ll talk! The patient just finished the procedure. She’s still under anesthesia and needs time to recover. She’ll be brought out later.”
At those words, Fraser slowly released his grip. His pitch-black eyes turned dull and lifeless, as if his soul had been wrenched away. A hollow emptiness settled over him.
The doctor, finally free, nearly stumbled to the ground. Clutching his chest, he muttered under his breath, “Damn. So handsome, but completely unhinged.”
Then, quickly grabbing his colleagues, he hurried away, terrified that this maniac might snap again.