From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 23

The ache in Frederick's eyes vanished in a flash, making her wonder if she had imagined it.

He helped her stand up.

She gripped the bedrail, forcing herself to stay on her feet.

The atmosphere in the room turned freezing cold.

He took the medical chart Caleb Grant handed him. Frowning at the name 'Alistair Vaughn'—a globally renowned cardiothoracic expert—he demanded, “When did you get to know Alistair?”

“Mrs. Foster, Mr. Foster has been trying to get Dr. Lane to invite Alistair to treat Madeline for a long time,” Caleb added.

The woman, looking pale and battered, seemed completely unfazed by Caleb's words. Her brows knit tightly together, her bloodless lips parting slightly as she spoke in a frigid tone. “It's none of your business.”

At those words, Frederick tossed the medical chart onto the coffee table.

She had only married him to exact revenge on the Suttons; he had never truly held a place in her heart.

Of course it was none of his business.

Frederick furrowed his brow, recalling the sight of Julian and Harrison at the door. Julian was a university professor, and Alistair happened to be an academic fellow there. It made sense they crossed paths. Harrison had also made a name for himself in the commercial semiconductor field recently and held some solid capital.

He shot Caleb a look. Taking the hint, Caleb left the room and closed the door behind him.

“Family matters shouldn't be aired in public,” the man said coolly, his tone laced with reprimand. “If you couldn't find Dr. Lane, you should have called me.”

She was blaming him for seeking outside help?

She stared at him. In his eyes, was the family's reputation more important than her mother's life?

“Call you? Did I not try? You were too busy keeping Sierra and Cecilia company. You even reassigned my mother's attending physician.”

Hearing this, a slight crease formed between Frederick's brows, as if he were just recalling the details. “That was an accident. It won't happen again.”

She would never believe a word he said again.

Lydia glared at him with glacial eyes. His expression grew complicated. Suddenly, he reached out, his thumb gently brushing the corner of her eye.

Only then did she realize she was actually crying. She slapped his hand away forcefully, the anger in her eyes blazing like a wildfire. “Get out! I don't want to see you.”

Get out of her world!

But before her hand could drop, he caught it. His grip was punishingly tight, making her wince. Displeasure flashed in his eyes as he spoke with a condescending tone. “Your mother had a medical emergency, so I won't hold this against you.”

“But don't let it happen again.”

Right. He was the supreme ruler of a top-tier billionaire family, standing high above the rest, looking down on the world. When had anyone ever dared to yell at him?

She never used to treat him like this, either.

“Frederick, let me go.” She tried to break free from his iron grip.

But the man restrained her effortlessly, giving her absolutely no chance to escape. He pinned her against the door, his dark eyes frosting over, looking as if he would never let go unless she yielded.

Her mother had nearly died from a heart attack, almost missing the critical treatment window because he took Dr. Lane away. Ultimately, he was the cause of it all!

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