Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 177

As Angel was mulling over her thoughts, she heard a voice that sounded like her mother. She quickly headed downstairs and found her mother collapsed in her father’s arms.

The little girl ran towards the couple. “Mommy! Mommy!”

Monique felt someone shake her shoulders. “Monique! Monique! You stupid woman!”

She wanted to open her eyes and see who was speaking, but her eyelids felt too heavy to even budge.

Zephyrus rushed over and said, “Quickly get her to the hospital.”

Henry lifted Monique in a princess carry and headed to his car. Shaun had gone ahead to fetch the car and was ready to receive them.

The woman was light as a feather, but her skin was hot to the touch. She was boneless in his arms, unmoving and unresponsive. “I have not punished you for going behind my back, so don’t you dare die, or I’ll bury your whole family with you.”

His tone was menacing.

“Daddy, wait for me.” Angel ran out from the house. Zephyrus picked her up as he passed.

Shaun glanced at the chairman. There was no denial, which meant it was true.

Zephyrus got in the car with Angel in tow. The child had snot and tears running down her face. “What’s wrong with Mommy?”

The sight of his crying daughter brought some sense back into Henry’s mind.

The woman was likely running a fever. He reassured Angel to the best he could. “Mommy will be alright. She's just a bit sick.”

“Where’s the nearest hospital you would recommend?” Henry asked Zephyrus.

Everyone was aware of Henry Moore’s clout. His imposing presence was enough to make people shiver.

The hospital director quickly got down to business. Monique was running a high fever; her body temperature clocked in at 40.5°C. After the preliminary checks, the doctors gave their diagnosis: “Suspected pneumonia with high-grade fever. We’ll set up an intravenous line for the medication and take a blood sample to run some tests.”

A nurse was assigned to take Monique’s blood. However, Monique’s thin veins made it challenging. Both attempts by the nurse were failures.

Henry was displeased by the nurse’s performance and she started to sweat under his hawk-like gaze. The nurse was confident in her abilities, but the patient’s veins were really thin and fragile.

“You have one more chance. If there’s no blood, you and the hospital director can submit your resignation letters,” Henry decreed without mercy.

He had not spoken up earlier as he believed the hospital director would arrange for the best care. After two failed attempts, his patience was wearing thin.

If the nurse was not up to par for the task, the person in charge also deserved to be sent to the chopping block.