Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo novel Chapter 1999

Chapter 1999 Reputation

“All right, let’s take him there now. Nic, settle the hospital discharge for Wilbur.” “Got it,” Nicholas replied before walking toward the hospital reception with Mabel in tow. “Nic, if Nicole examines Wilbur, do you think she’ll suspect anything?”

“Not at all!” Hospitals usually had similar medical equipment, so Nicholas was sure there wouldn’t be much difference in the test results. Furthermore, Nicole had already checked Wilbur’s pulse earlier, yet she found nothing amiss.

“Okay, I hope so too. If Wilbur continues being in this condition, your father won’t be able to hand the company to him. Nic, this is a great opportunity for you! Everything that belongs to the Simpson family will be ours in the future!” Mabel exclaimed, eyes glinting with excitement.

“Mom, we’ll talk about that another time. Why don’t you go with them to Bernian Hospital? Oh, and don’t forget to show how much you care for Wilbur.”

“All right, I know. Join us as soon as you’ve completed the discharge procedure.”

“I will.”

Maya, Rodney, and the rest soon arrived at Bernian Hospital with Wilbur. When Nicole saw what had happened to him, a look of utter disbelief crowded into her eyes.

Alas, even after checking his pulse and running a few tests, she still couldn’t find anything physically wrong with Wilbur.

“Mommy, what exactly is going on? Why did Wilbur become like this all of a sudden?” Maya asked frantically.

Nicole said nothing as she studied Wilbur closely. He had lowered his head and was counting his fingers intently. While his behavior was very child-like, he seemed almost devoid of any intelligence and curiosity that a child would have.

“Calm down, Maya. I may not be able to diagnose Wilbur now, but let’s keep him in the hospital for the time being,” Nicole finally replied. “I’ll gather all the local and foreign experts to help examine him. With our combined efforts, I’m sure we’ll be able to find the cause of his condition. Mr. Simpson, what do you think of this arrangement?”

Rodney nodded his approval. “That sounds like a good plan. Thank you, Mrs. Seet.”