The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith

Chapter 845: 418 Lesson_3

“Mr. Lewis interfered, forcing Madam to leave.” A figure in the shadows stealthily approached and reported in a low voice.

The man watched as Aubree Groove climbed into the car. His fingers rubbed the center of his palm as he stated lightly, “It’s time she learned a lesson.”

Thinking of something, he furrowed his brow and asked, “Where is Agave Rinto?”

“We’ve diverted him. He won’t find out for now.”

The man nodded. “Head to the hospital.”

He walked straight towards a car parked further back.

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The young man in the passenger seat, upon seeing the man in black standing by the car door, involuntarily shivered and obediently got out of the car.

In the young man’s incredulous gaze, the man took the passenger seat, buckled his seatbelt and with a deep, resonating voice, like a gong ringing through the twilight, said, “Drive.”

The Driver floored the accelerator, not daring to waste a second, and drove onto the highway.

Dixon Chambers scratched his head as he walked to the car parked ahead and confidently sat in the back seat.

“The boss is acting strangely, very strangely.”

The young man in the passenger seat folded his arms and chuckled at this, “When is the boss not acting strangely?”

“This time he’s really strange. I could have handled it, but he insisted on going himself. It’s freezing out there, why bother enduring this?”

“Alright, stop your nonsense. If the boss hears this, you’re in for a lecture.”

Dixon Chambers suddenly leaned over and said in a mysterious tone, “Isn’t the boss treating that girl named Aubree Groove differently?”

The young man rolled his eyes and closed them, “Let me give you some advice, curiosity killed the cat.”

“Don’t you ever wonder?”

“The boss rushed back from Avalon as soon as he heard about her situation. I don’t believe the boss isn’t interested in her. I’ll bet right here, if the boss isn’t interested in her, I’ll twist off my head and let you use it as a soccer ball.”

“You’re crazy.” The young man turned to look out the window.

Nicholas Drake’s body was alarmingly hot. Aubree Groove considered for a moment and said, “May I borrow your phone? I need to make a call.”

The man handed her his phone.

Aubree Groove received it, “Thank you.”

Upon lighting up the screen, a password prompt appeared.

“The password is 880724.”

As Aubree Groove’s fingertips paused over the screen, her long eyelashes fluttered down, a flicker of darkness passed over her eyes.

She entered the password, the phone unlocked, and Aubree Groove brought up the dial pad and keyed in a number.

The call connected quickly and a confused male voice came through the phone, “This is Peter Aria. May I know who’s calling?”

“Dr. Aria, it’s Aubree Groove.”

“Aubree Groove?” The other party’s voice suddenly shot up an octave, “Where are you now? Are you hurt?”

That girl really couldn’t give people a moment’s peace.

“I’m okay, but a friend of mine has drowned, has a high fever, and has developed pneumonia. His condition is a bit critical. We’re en route to the hospital now and will be there in approximately 15 minutes. I’m troubling you, Dr. Aria.”

“Okay, keep his body in a flat position and constantly monitor his breathing. I’ll wait for you at the entrance of the hospital.”

Peter Aria instructed someone to inform the attending physician at the Respiratory Department while keeping the line open with Aubree Groove.

As they swiftly drove, Aubree Groove noticed a number of police cars and fire engines parked near Doublefront Bridge. The lights flickered on the river where the rescue team was relentlessly continuing their search amidst the cold wind.

Aubree Groove sighed.

A black sedan sped past without attracting anyone’s attention.

Upon arrival at the hospital, Peter Aria was waiting at the entrance with a stretcher. When he saw that Nicholas Drake was the patient, he was stunned for a moment, but his professional training kicked in. Together with another doctor, they quickly lifted Nicholas onto the ambulance. Another doctor from the Respiratory Department began to quickly check Nicholas’s blood pressure and heartbeat.

Peter Aria pulled Aubree Groove aside for a check-up. Seeing her drenched from head to toe, he became incensed, “Do you even remember that you’re a patient? What if the wound on your leg gets infected? Do you want your leg amputated?”

Aubree Groove simply smiled, “Dr. Aria, I’m fine.”

Peter Aria’s pupils constricted suddenly, his gaze falling onto the crimson patch on Aubree Groove’s chest. “You’re hurt again?”

Aubree Groove furrowed her brow. The feeble lamplight fell on her, making her face appear as pale as paper, her lips alarmingly white.

Enraged, Peter Aria shouted, “Bring a stretcher!”

The nurse who had been waiting on the sidelines immediately ran over with a stretcher.

“Lie down on it.” @@novelbin@@

Aubree Groove pursed her lips and obediently laid down on the stretcher.

“This time I’ll personally keep an eye on you. You won’t be going anywhere for at least a month. How could there be a girl like you in this world, not cherishing your own body at all?”

As she listened to his nagging, Aubree Groove felt a warmth in her heart.

She smiled, “Injuries can heal, but evil deeds can never be undone.”

Peter Aria already knew what had happened at Doublefront Bridge. Understanding what she meant, he looked at her deeply and shook his head.

“You must be a living Bodhisattva, but even a Bodhisattva needs a healthy body …” Peter Aria slipped into his nagging mode.

The man in the car did not get out. Watching Aubree Groove and Peter Aria leave, his eyes slowly grew darker.