From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 44

"Mr. Foster, your wife is at the hospital. The PR department is with her as she visits the victims of the accident," Caleb informed him after a quick check.

"Understood."

He hung up the phone and walked back into the study. Glancing at the mess scattered across the floor, he ordered Gable, "Clean this up."

Caleb usually maintained the study. He rarely let Gable inside.

After cleaning for a few minutes, Gable paused. "Mr. Foster, what about this..."

He looked down at the bundle she had pulled from beneath a cabinet. It was a rolled-up document tied with a pink ribbon—her wedding anniversary gift to him.

He reached out, took it, and casually tossed it onto a bookshelf.

What could she possibly give him that held any real value?

...

Lydia arrived at the hospital early in the morning. Accompanied by the PR department, she personally apologized to every victim, ranging from wealthy socialites and event staff to construction workers.

The socialites had lucrative ties to the Foster family and didn't dare give her a hard time.

The event staff knew their place and kept their complaints to themselves.

The most severely injured was the worker who had been operating the steel scaffolding.

"I am so sorry."

She stood before the middle-aged woman and the little boy, offering a deeply sincere apology to the injured man.

"What good is an apology?" The woman snapped, throwing the fruit basket onto the floor.

The little boy grabbed an apple and hurled it at her, completely uninterested in a settlement. "You're a bad woman! Give my dad his legs back!"

She dodged the fruit, but the boy relentlessly lunged at her, grabbing her clothes. Tears streamed down his face as he screamed, "My dad can't walk anymore! He can't put me on his shoulders anymore! Give him his legs back!"

Seeing the situation escalating, the PR manager quickly pulled the boy back and explained to the woman, "We can still negotiate the compensation amount. And the police have already issued a statement; this wasn't our Chairman's fault..."

But the woman refused to listen, raising her voice. "How is it not her fault? Don't try to shift the blame! As Chairman of the Foundation, she hired that corrupt contractor. That's why this happened!"

"We can double the compensation," Lydia said, looking the woman in the eye. She had reviewed everyone's medical files before coming. The man was indeed badly hurt, but he wasn't going to be permanently paralyzed.

Watching them walk away arm in arm, Lydia's brow furrowed.

"Mrs. Foster, what do we do now?" The PR manager looked frantic. "Seraphina has been relentlessly pushing for the settlements. If she finds out we hit a wall, she's going to blame you."

Lydia looked through the glass window, meeting the woman's furious glare. "We'll settle with the other victims first."

After grinding through several hours of negotiations, she headed over to the inpatient ward to check on her mother. To her surprise, she ran straight into Frederick and Sierra.

She blocked their path, meeting Frederick's cold, irritated gaze.

"They aren't right for each other. Just let them go their separate ways peacefully," her mother's sorrowful voice drifted from inside the room.

Lydia glanced inside and saw Charles sitting on the sofa with her mother.

She was stunned. She had checked on her mother's condition the night before, and Charles was supposed to be in Kingsleigh attending the national business summit. Why was he here in her mother's hospital room?

"Mrs. Sterling, they look so perfect together. How can you bear to break them up?" Charles's voice was remarkably gentle. "Besides, I refuse to recognize anyone but Lydia as the daughter-in-law of the Foster family."

"Once they have a son, I will transfer all my personal shares directly to my grandson."