Betrayed? I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother novel Chapter 288

Gavin cut him off with a look of utter disdain. “You’re suggesting I go and… milk it for sympathy?”

…” Neil had no comeback.

Would that be so bad? he thought. Better than your wife running off with someone else.

Before he could form a diplomatic response, Gavin’s phone lit up with a video call.

savin answered, his demeanor lazy and unimpressed. “It’s the middle of the day. What do you want?”

Aiden’s face filled the screen, still in his white coat, just leaving the hospital wards. “Heard you got banged up. Calling to offer my professional condolences.”

Condolences,” Gavin echoed, tone flat. “Or are you just here for the show?”

…Cough.” Aiden sputtered. He was always so direct. His eyes zeroed in on the bruise. “Elara ‘must be heartbroken.”

very single person. Poking the exact same sore spot.

ast night, Elara knew full well he and Zane had thrown down. Not a single text. This morning, he’d waited by the elevators, only for Chloe to inform him Elara ad left for the clinic at the crack of dawn.

‘ery dedicated.

nnoyance spiked through him. “Are you done? I’m hanging up.”

jden, ever the opportunist, couldn’t resist twisting the knife. “She’s still giving you the silent treatment?”

avin’s voice dripped with cold sarcasm. “She’s focused on her reunion. Why would she waste time on me?”

iden barked a laugh. “…Reunion? No way. The divorce just went through. Unless… was she that dissatisfied with you? Decided Zane was the better option after

11?”

..” Gavin was about to retort when Aiden’s attention snapped to something off–screen. The video call cut off abruptly.

hree seconds later, a voice message popped up.

Spotted Flara’s bestie. Hold tight. For your sake, I’m about to sacrifice my dignity and gather intel.)

lavin almost laughed. Sacrifice his dignity. As if the guy wasn’t secretly thrilled. As if the woman in question gave a damn about his dignity. The dramatic

nartyr.

4. Mary’s Private Medical Centre,

hloe moved with purpose through the hospital’s main lobby, her expression fight with concern. Her red dress was a streak of color, het heels clicking a rapid empo on the polished floor as she beclined for the elevators.

Aiden, spotting her, quickened his pace, but he was a hair too slow. The elevator doors slid shut just before he reached them.

Luckily, it was a private hospital. Less traffic. He watched the numbers climb and stop on the fifth floor, then look the next car up

The nurse at the station brightened when she saw him. “Dr. Sinclair? Forget something?”

‘Not exactly.” Aiden leaned casually on the counter, his gaze scanning the hallway. “A woman in a red dress. Just came up to visit?”

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Chapter 288

“Oh, yes. For your patient.” The nurse checked the log. “Room 519. Admitted early this morning after your surgery.”

Aiden nodded his thanks, his frown deepening as he walked down the quiet corridor.

It was a private room. The door was slightly ajar for air. He paused at the threshold.

Inside, the woman who usually had only sharp words or cool indifference for him was smiling warmly, carefully peeling an apple. “Auntie, I came as soon as

Marvin called. Please don’t worry. He’s already at the airport, flying back.”

Marvin.

Hearing that name from her lips felt like a physical jab to his ribs. Aiden retreated to the smoking area at the end of the hall. It took two cigarettes, dragged down to the filter, for the tightness in his chest to ease even slightly.

He was stubbing out the second butt when the woman in red emerged from the room.

Chloe closed the door softly and turned, her eyes meeting his cold, assessing stare without flinching. She’d seen his name on the charts inside. He was the attending physician.

She approached him, her tone polite, professional. “Dr. Sinclair, may I ask about Mrs. Agatha’s condition? What’s the prognosis? How long will she be hospitalized?”

“And what capacity are you asking in?” Aiden’s voice was low, laced with a bitter, mocking edge. “As my ex–girlfriend? Or as the patient’s future daughter–in–law?”

The words were deliberately ugly, meant to sting.

Chloe didn’t react. She simply leaned back against the corridor wall, a faint, unbothered smile curving her red lips. “Whichever identity gets you to answer my question willingly. That’s the one I’ll use.”

The implication was clear: I don’t care. Think whatever you want.

His cold eyes bored into her. “Which one do you think would make me ‘willing“?”

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