Chapter 476

She swallowed hard, fury blazing in her chest. What exactly was this woman trying to do? She had finally gotten the chance to have a meal with Lucas—couldn’t she just behave for once?

“Lukey, I was the one who invited you today. This is supposed to be our time together. Why does someone else have to butt in?”

Wendy didn’t want to be interrupted. All she wanted in that moment was for Lucas to belong entirely to her.

With that thought, she reached over, powered off his phone, and slipped it into her bag.

“Don’t worry. I’ll give it back after dinner.”

Her tone had a hint of temper. “After all, you wouldn’t want Aurora finding out about your real identity, would you?”

Lucas’ lips pressed into a tight line. Anyone who knew him well would recognize the signs—he was on the verge of snapping. His fists clenched by his sides, again and again, until finally, for Kenneth’s sake, he refrained from laying a hand on her. If it had been any other woman, she’d have been six feet under by now, grass over her grave growing a yard high.

“You’d better,” Lucas said flatly, then picked up his fork and started eating. As for Aurora, he would explain it to her later.

Seeing this, Wendy finally smiled in satisfaction. She knew it—dealing with Lucas wasn’t that hard after all. Feeling smug, she tapped away on her own phone, edited a post, and sent it out to her social feed.

Curled up in her chair, Aurora couldn’t believe it when the call cut off. Lucas had returned that morning. She knew it—he’d even messaged her.

Cold sweat soaked the strands of hair on her forehead. Her body was drained of all strength. She tried dialing again, but this time the phone went straight to voicemail. Defeated, she called her assistant instead and asked him to contact emergency services.

Ian was startled when he received the call. How long had it been since they’d last spoken? How had the General Manager ended up like this so quickly?

“Wait for me, I’m coming right over,” he said, already rushing to his car while dialing emergency services, instructing them to head to Walton Corporation and get Aurora Walton to the hospital immediately.

By the time he arrived, nurses were already wheeling a stretcher toward the ambulance. He stepped closer for a look—Aurora’s face was deathly pale, her lips completely bloodless. She looked frighteningly worn out.

“This…”

A nurse frowned. “Are you family? Follow us quickly. Her condition is urgent—she’s already lost consciousness.”

Hearing that, Ian’s heart sank. Still, at least she was responsive to treatment. Without delay, he rode along in the ambulance to the hospital.

Once there, the diagnosis came: acute gastroenteritis.

The doctor frowned and reminded him, “Her stomach is quite sensitive. She needs to eat on time and avoid any further emotional stress.

“And during this period, no spicy or cold foods. The gastrointestinal tract must be protected. She’s still young. Don’t let these issues follow her into old age.”

Ian kept nodding and thanking him. “Got it. Thank you, doctor. I’ll make sure to pass everything on to her. Appreciate your help.”

Seeing his respectful attitude, the doctor felt somewhat reassured. After all, doctors always appreciated cooperative patients and their families.