Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game novel Chapter 150

Ophelia spread on the sofa and looked logy. Having no idea about how long it had passed, she then reached out to her bag with her shuddering hands, and spent a long time searching for her smartphone. In tremble, she dialed someone.

As the phone was put through, she couldn't help choking with sobs, "I'm feeling extremely depressed and sick, Madeleine. Could you please come around?"

"What happened? Wait for me, and I'm coming now."

Hanging up the phone, she then continued spreading herself on the sofa with a dumb look on her face.

Soon, in less than half an hour, Madeleine came to her place and rang the bell in haste.

As Ophelia opened the door, Madeleine was shocked by the pale look on her face and hasten to ask, "What happened? You're looking bad."

Simply forcing out a weak smile, she couldn't help collapsing on the body of Madeleine.

Madeleine was frightened to see that, and asked worriedly, "Hey, are you alright?"

There was no response from Ophelia — she seemed to have lost her consciousness.

In panic, Madeleine was about to cry out of anxiety and yelled, "Zachariah! Where the hell are you, Zachariah? Opheliahas just fainted!"

Zachariah then rushed downstairs.

"What's wrong with her?" Zachariah asked.

"See for yourself, asshole! She fainted! Now, we need to take her to the hospital, and I swear if there was anything that happened to her and her kid, I would never forgive you!" Madeleine roared hysterically.

Zachariah picked Ophelia up around her waist and rushed to the elevator. Luckily, the elevator was seemingly waiting for him on his floor.

Soon, after getting out of the elevator, Zachariah held Ophelia in his arms and soon got in his car with Madeleine.

"Keep your eyes on her." Zachariah said to Madeleine.

Madeleine gave him a blank look and disdained to give any response.

Zachariah paid no attention to her stance, took his seat on the main driver's seat and dialed Dr. Kenelm, "Mr. Kenelm, It's me, Zachariah. Ophelia has fainted, and currently needs help! Prepare the best doctor for her and wait for us!"

As his voice faded, he hung off the phone.

It was at night, and thus there were few cars driving on the road. Running a few lights on his way, Zachariah drove at full speed and soon reached the hospital.

A group of doctors and nurses had already been waiting at the front door. Zachariah pulled up the car, took Ophelia out of the back seat and placed her on the stretcher brought by the medical staff.