Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game novel Chapter 202

Ophelia walked over to the wardrobe and started carefully picking out her outfit. Even with a baby bump which slightly – well, no, completely was more like it – ruined her figure, she didn’t want to lose to Cora.

Ophelia’s beauty was such that it would get you wondering whether she was a promiscuous type. As such, pure- and innocent-looking Cora was at an advantage, if they were to vie for people’s sympathy. Still, though, Ophelia didn’t want to lose.

In fact, the result of a cat fight depended on whose side that the dog – i.e., the man – eventually decided to take.

Ophelia arrived at the café five minutes early, so she ordered a cup of Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee, which she sipped as she waited. But when the agreed-upon meeting time arrived, Cora was still nowhere to be found. When Ophelia finished her coffee, she fished out her phone to find that half an hour had passed.

Ophelia dialed a number. When it connected, she said, “Are you here? Time is nothing of value to you, but priceless to me. You have ten more minutes to get here, because otherwise I’m leaving.”

Cora’s voice that came from the other end of the line, however, was very weak. “Ophelia, I’m feeling severe pains in and around my belly. Do you think I’m losing the baby? Can you come over?”

Immediately panicked, Ophelia asked, “Where are you right now? Let me know and I’m coming right over.”

Cora told her the address over the phone, and Ophelia, though surprised at the fact that Cora’s residence was quite close to Zachariah’s apartment building, had no time for jealousy in the face of life and death.

Ophelia hastily paid for her coffee and hurried out of the café. When she got into the car, she felt the need to call Zachariah, who didn’t answer until the second call.

“Hi, Cora just called and told me she had belly aches, and I’m not sure what it is but I’m going to her place to check on her. You should also come if you aren’t busy, cuz it’s…it’s your kid after all, and I assume you’ll be sad too should anything happen.”

“I’ll be there in a sec,” said Zachariah simply, before he hung up.

Hearing the beeping noises of the phone, painful expressions flashed past Ophelia’s eyes for a brief second, but soon, she was able to readjust her emotions and pull the car away.

It was off-peak hours, so Ophelia drove to Cora’s apartment building as fast as possible and took the elevator to Cora’s floor. Ophelia pounded hard on the door, but no one answered, so she had to go back down and negotiate with the concierges, two of whom grabbed a string of keys and agreed to follow her upstairs.

Keying the door open, Ophelia found Cora lying next to the staircase, a pool of blood stagnant near her legs.

Ophelia knew instinctively that this was a bad sign, so she asked the concierges to call for an ambulance, while she herself ran to Cora’s side and crouched down. “Cora, Cora!”