My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 1256

Chapter 1256 Cunning

Early the next morning, Loraine and Johanna left the private hospital, then flagged down a passing taxi by the roadside.

When they got into the car, Loraine draped a blanket over Johanna's lap and said, “We won't reach General Hospital for another ten or fifteen minutes, Ms. Joule. Get some sleep and I'll wake you up when we get there.”

She intended to let Johanna get enough sleep before they dropped by General Hospital in the afternoon.

However, Johanna refused to wait until the afternoon and insisted that they head to the hospital right away to clarify matters with the doctor.

Most taxis had an unpleasant smell, but the one Johanna and Loraine were in smelled of osmanthus. The floral scent was soothing, and it slowly eased Johanna's frustration.

For some reason, she started to feel a little drowsy. Maybe I've eaten too much for breakfast.

She considered Loraine's suggestion to get some shut-eye and hummed in agreement. With one hand on her baby bump, she dozed off under the warmth of the blanket.

Loraine waited for a bit, and after some thought, she took her phone out of her purse.

She had been taking care of Johanna for a while now, long enough to know how much she and Timothy cared for each other.

Loraine knew Timothy could not put his pride aside to apologize to Johanna last evening. And yet, he gave me a card before we left and had someone bring food over for Ms. Joule in case she went hungry.

Thinking that they might need Timothy's help when they got to General Hospital later, Loraine decided to give him a heads-up on where they were going.

She was just about dial his number when the taxi suddenly rolled to a stop.

Loraine paid no mind to this, thinking that they had simply stopped at a red light. However, she was caught by surprise when someone knocked on her side of the window.

Freezing, she turned to see who it was, only to see that someone was already opening the door.

The man outside bent over to look into the car. He had what could only be described as strong features, and he carried himself with a certain grace. That said, his eyes, which were a rare shade of violet, held no warmth whatsoever.

“Would you mind getting down from the car?” the man asked, gentle and courteous.

Somehow, Loraine had a feeling that if she were to say no to this man, he would break her neck the next second with the hand he used to open the car door.

When she got down from the car obediently, the man handed her a check. “Here's five million for you.”