Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

The second call was made to her personal assistant at the Capital Military District, who informed Ralph that she would not be able to make it to the Capital today, and briefly explained the follow-up to the assistant and made all the arrangements.

Cecelia then restarted the vehicle, exited the highway from the nearest junction and turned around and sped off in the direction of Khebury.

The location of Charlotte’s accident, at the intersection of Rivercrepe Avenue and Oakland Avenue, was very close to the Heath residence.

She lifted her wrist to check the time; more than an hour had passed since she had previously called Charlotte.

It looked like Charlotte was taking the subway home after receiving her call. After all, it’s rush hour and a taxi might not be as fast as the subway.

Charlotte must have been nervous about Rodney and was in a hurry to get home before she accidentally had a car accident on the road.

As Cecelia thought about it, she inevitably blamed herself. It was her fault. She was worried about Rodney and forgot that Charlotte was also a pregnant woman who needed care. It’s not right!

Cecelia took a deep breath, put on her headset while driving, and started making a phone call.

She called the Heath family’s landline again.

“Doo-doo-doo…”

However, all that awaited her was always no answer.

She couldn’t help but be anxious, her heart thumping around.

For some reason, she always felt empty in her heart and could not calm down. She got a bad feeling and she had not had this feeling for a long time.

She opened the window and put the siren on the roof single-handedly. The wind was blowing hard on the highway and she did it with some effort. And once she put the siren in position, she hurried to close the window.

Then she turned on the siren and at the same time turned on the hazard lights.

The sirens were blaring, the yellow lights were flashing, and Cecelia stepped on the gas pedal and the car was immediately 200 mph. Usually she was very careful and rarely used her privilege, but today she had an emergency, and she could not care less.

About half an hour or so passed.

The director of the military hospital called Cecelia.

She calmly pressed the answer button.

“Hello.”

The hospital director immediately said, “Ma’am, how are you? Your daughter has been brought to our hospital, she is still in a coma, and just now I have a preliminary examination. Her signs like heart rate and blood pressure are stable, no obvious trauma, no bleeding. However, I heard that she is pregnant and it is likely that the placenta is unstable, causing her to faint for the pain. Now we have admitted her to the monitoring room and are preparing to do an abdominal ultrasound to determine the status of the fetus. Please don’t worry too much.”

The doctor finished in one breath.

Cecelia returned calmly, “Got it, thank you. I’ll be there in half an hour.”

After hanging up the phone, she knew that Charlotte was fine.

For some reason, Cecelia still did not feel relieved. On the contrary, she felt even more unease.

Because at the Heath residence, there was always no one to answer the phone.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

She had no idea what Rodney was doing today.

She tapped the steering wheel violently, her mood becoming irritable.