Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler novel Chapter 450

Chapter 450

They had arrived at the hospital by the time Catelyn woke up.

Cedrick did not carry her, of course, out of concern that he would tear her wound on the back. Instead, he woke her up so she could walk into the hospital on her own.

It was late into the night, and Cedrick stormed into the doctor’s office.

As not many doctors were on the night shift, there were long lines outside every office with nurses monitoring the patients, so Cedrick’s action triggered a wave of complaints, especially with his drenched appearance as water was dripping off the tips of his hair.

The nurse beamed at Cedrick’s handsome features but stopped them dutifully. “Sir, please line up. We have a lot of patients waiting here.”

The patients in line muttered their disapproval.

“Move,” he uttered coldly.

“Cedrick…” Catelyn noticed the other patients staring daggers at them and pulled at his clothes, despite the pain. “Don’t. Let’s just line up.”

“You don’t get to speak,” he said before turning back to the nurse. “I’m buying this hospital. Treat her wound for her, now!”

Catelyn could hear the others gasping and flushed in embarrassment.

The admiration in the nurse’s eyes quickly transformed into pity as she thought to herself, ‘Tsk! He seems too handsome to be a dimwit. What a shame!

Catelyn could not bear it any longer and dragged Cedrick toward the end of the line. “I’m sorry. We’ll go line up.”

“Why are you lining up?” He stopped her and quickly fished out his phone, intending to actually purchase the hospital.

The two did not speak for a while and simply sat as time ticked by. Sometime later, Catelyn still had not gotten her turn as a patient was taking his time with the doctor ahead.

Cedrick searched for patience but stood abruptly when he caught sight of how pale Catelyn looked.

Catelyn thought he was going to buy the hospital like he had claimed earlier and asked, “What are you doing?”

Cedrick did not respond and simply took out a thick pile of dollar bills before barging into the doctor’s office and slamming it toward the young patient’s face.

“My girlfriend is hurt, and your wound doesn’t seem all that severe. I want to buy your queue number. Is this enough?”

The patient gaped at him and turned to look at Catelyn through the glass window. “Yeah, yeah.” The man’s wound was not severe to begin with and thus left with the money giddily.