Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game novel Chapter 333

Mr. Fletcher directly kept silent.

You can never argue with a hysterical woman.

Mrs. Fletcher got loosey-goosey, “Bradwen Fletcher, you are a hypocrite and Helena is a total bitch.”

“Clap!” Mrs. Fletcher subconsciously covered her right face which was clapped, staring at Zachariah with dizzied eyes.

Mr. Fletcher was also shocked, and it never occurred to him that Zachariah would clap Mrs. Fletcher.

“Zachariah, you…” Mr. Fletcher was hesitating.

With a dark face, Zachariah said in a cold voice, “Mrs. Fletcher, it’s beyond my expectation that Cora committed suicide, but I will handle this. But please don’t get my mother involved, and she is a self-respecting woman, who deserves respects.

Covering the face, Mrs. Fletcher felt ashamed, but she also came to senses.

She shook out the hair, and regained the look of elegance. Regardless of the fingerprint on her face, no one can see that she was the messing-up woman.

“Zachariah, I keep your clap in mind. I am not blaming you for my daughter’s suicide, but it’s inevitable that she committed suicide for you. You wish she will be fine, otherwise, I will never pass it.”

Keeping a dark face, Zachariah said nothing.

Glancing at the door of operation room, she also kept silent, standing away from Mr. Fletcher.

The thing about Cora had put a gap between the Fletchers, and they cannot find the sweet time and understanding between them.

Three hours later, the light on the door went out. A crowd of doctors walked out of the room, looking exhausted.

Mrs. Fletcher hurried to the doctors, grabbing the doctor who walked out first, “Doctor, how is my daughter?”

With an ugly look on his face, the doctor was a little annoyed. He never met such a patient, who never valued her own health. She should commit suicide after living in hospital for several days. Doctors were over-loaded.

The doctors replied, “Mrs. Fletcher, your daughter is rescued. But we can do nothing if she intends to hurt herself again.”

With an ugly face, Mrs. Fletcher said nothing.

Mr. Fletcher walked forward, “Thanks a lot, doctors. How about having a dinner some day? On me!”

With his thanks, the doctor got a better face.

Then the doctors left, and three nurses pushed Cora out, who was wearing an oxygen mask. Mrs. Fletcher was about to pounce to her daughter, but was stopped by a nurse.