A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 221

Early winter. Flu season was at its peak. The urgent care clinic was pure chaos. The modest space was divided by rows of chairs, patients hooked up to IV drips for severe flu symptoms, leaving only narrow aisles to navigate.

An elderly man wobbled on his cane. A coughing toddler darted out, bumping into him, while parents yelled, trying to catch the kid.

Leland frowned. He tapped the reception desk. "Do you have a VIP treatment area?"

Before the nurse could answer, a frantic parent shoved a sick child toward the desk.

"Doctor, please! Look at my son, his eyes are rolling back..."

"Whoa, don't move!" the nurse gasped, jumping back.

Leland sighed. He hated fighting the general public for basic resources. Was normal life really this exhausting?

Winifred said softly, "Don't go to any trouble. I can just sit out here."

"It's too exhausting," Leland said, eyeing his bodyguards who were already fanning out to secure a spot.

They waited for ten minutes, but no one offered a seat. Finally, a bodyguard swooped into a chair just as an older gentleman stood up.

Leland gave a weary smile. "Too exhausting."

He frowned at the chaotic sea of people around him. Kids crying, adults shouting. "Being in an environment like this is just too hard on you."

He shook his head, determined to find a better solution. His eyes lit up when he noticed a small hallway with semi-private treatment bays.

He rushed over, checking them one by one. The rooms were tiny, only fitting two beds, but compared to the loud, market-like waiting area, it felt like a VIP suite.

"Mr. Lockwood! Come on in and have a seat!"

Well, look who it was.

Miles was thrilled. He thought he had completely read the situation right. Even the big-shot capitalists had to network eventually.

Lyndon and Beatrice Morgan watched quietly.

Leland's eyes swept over the room, clearly wanting to check on Holden, his face full of apparent concern. He seemed too embarrassed to actually step inside.

At least he knew he was in the wrong.

The Morgans weren't particularly surprised. Leland was from the second branch of the Lockwood family. He was only twenty-six—young, inexperienced, and known for his easygoing temper. It made perfect sense that he would feel awkward and shy.