Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 217

“Tim, is there any way you can reach Mr. Sullivan?” Wiona’s voice shook with urgency. “I really need to talk to him, but I can’t get through.”

She already knew Conrad was out of the country. They hadn’t spoken much lately, except for his text earlier that day. Now every call just rang and rang. With nothing else to try, she turned to Tim and Jim for help.

“I’ll give him a call, ma’am,” Tim replied.

But it didn’t make a difference. Tim and Jim both tried, and both got nothing but silence.

“Mr. Sullivan must be caught up in something important,” Tim said. This wasn’t normal at all.

Wiona realized there was nothing more she could do. “Alright, I understand.”

She hurried out of the car, with Molly, Tim, and Jim trailing after her as she rushed toward the hospital’s surgical wing.

“Wiona!” Tina was already waiting, pacing anxiously. As soon as she saw Wiona, she grabbed her arm. “Stay calm. Cassian’s in surgery.”

Wiona’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Calm was the last thing she felt. She was terrified she’d never see her mentor again, terrified she didn’t even know what had happened.

“What exactly happened?” she asked.

Tina nodded toward a group standing by the operating room doors. “Over there. I don’t know what went down between them. They’re saying Cassian fell down the stairs by accident.”

Wiona looked up and froze. It was them—Bronwen, Nicholas, and a few other people whose faces she recognized from years ago. Someone else stood toward the back, half-hidden, but familiar.

Nicholas spotted her first. “Wiona, you’re here.”

She’d already been seen, so there was no point in hanging back. She forced herself forward. “Uncle Nicholas. Mr. William. Mr. Pagel. Mr. Young. Ms. Morden.”

The name startled her. Ferguson. That meant Bronwen’s children were also named Ferguson. Bronwen had a son and a daughter. Whenever Wiona visited their home, they’d always been friendly, like real siblings.

Suddenly, she remembered the bouquet that showed up at her door. The card had been signed “Ferguson.” Could it be them? But that didn’t make sense. They hadn’t spoken in seven years. How would they even know where she lived? And why would they send flowers? It had to be a coincidence.

Then Bronwen’s voice cut through her thoughts. “Why are you here?” Her tone was cold. “If I recall, things between you and Cassian didn’t end well. He’s been back for a while, and you never came to see him. Why are you putting on this act?”

Wiona stared at her, stunned. Bronwen had never spoken to her like this before. At the masquerade, she’d felt a hint of their old bond, but now she was faced with nothing but hostility. She started to wonder which version of her mentor was real. Either way, it wasn’t the person she once knew.

Swallowing the ache in her chest, she forced a small, self-mocking smile. “You’re right. I was never a good student. I let you both down.”

She didn’t try to explain herself. She just stepped aside and kept quiet.

Nicholas looked just as shocked. He leaned over and whispered to Bronwen, “What’s going on with you? You haven’t seen her in years. Even if you’re upset, you can’t take it out on her.”