My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177: Chapter 177: A Desperate Situation

"Name?"

"Cecelia Archer."

"Age?"

"Twenty-three."

"Home address?"

Cecelia’s mouth was dry, her eyelids were heavy, and her whole body felt weak. She suddenly wanted to burst into tears, to scream in frustration.

"You’ve asked me the same things over and over, at least a hundred times! Haven’t you memorized it yet? How much longer are you going to keep asking?"

"I told you, it wasn’t me! It wasn’t me! Why won’t you believe me? I didn’t push her! I wasn’t even near her! I don’t know how things suddenly turned out this way! You can ask me a hundred times, a thousand times, and my answer will still be the same. Can you please just stop asking?"

"I’m so tired. I miss my daughter. I want to talk to Damien Vaughn. Can you please..."

CLICK!

Before she could finish her outburst, the door behind her suddenly opened.

Several staff members entered, surrounding a woman dressed head-to-toe in black, a white flower pinned to her sleeve. Her expression was cold and detached.

Even on the verge of a breakdown, her vision blurred with exhaustion, Cecelia recognized her in an instant.

’Gwen Morgan! What is she doing here?’

Regardless, seeing a familiar face at a time like this felt like a lifeline. Cecelia scrambled to her feet, trying to reach for her.

"Miss Morgan! Miss Morgan, what are you doing here? Have they cleared things up? Damien sent you to get me, right?"

"My daughter is in the hospital, fighting for her life! I can’t be locked up in here indefinitely! Please, tell them. Explain that it wasn’t me, it really wasn’t! Just get me out of here!"

Gwen Morgan ignored her. A staff member offered her a seat, and she sat down, her face a blank mask. Her cold eyes fixed on Cecelia for a long moment before she finally spoke.

"It’s true Damien sent me. But not to get you out."

"You killed his mother. The facts are clear, the evidence conclusive. You’ve made him the laughingstock of Veridia. How could he possibly let you out? The law wouldn’t permit it. He sent me here to do one thing."

Gwen Morgan slid a piece of paper across the table.

"Damien wanted me to tell you he’s very disappointed. For the sake of your past, he advises you to confess, cooperate, and put this matter to rest. If you do, he won’t make things difficult for your daughter. But if you stubbornly refuse..."

After more than four hours of emergency treatment and a night of rest, the grandfather was finally moved out of the intensive care unit.

He was taken to a VIP ward, where the doctor briefed the family.

"The patient is elderly and previously showed signs of cerebral infarction. Although we revived him this time, you must be extremely careful. He cannot be agitated or fatigued. Otherwise, he’s at risk of a second stroke, which could lead to paralysis, hemiplegia, or even death..."

"I’ll have a nurse bring over the dietary restrictions in a moment. Please be vigilant. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must be going."

The moment the doctor left, the hospital room erupted into chaos.

The family cursed Cecelia Archer and grumbled about Damien Vaughn until Ryan, after trying Damien Vaughn’s number for the umpteenth time, finally heard a familiar voice.

"Everyone, be quiet! The call to President Vaughn went through!"

Uncle Lee had taken Mrs. Vaughn’s request to heart. She had asked him to delay Damien for two days, and he had done just that.

Using the excuse of wanting to go sea fishing to clear his head, he had dragged Damien out on a boat for a day and a night. Damien had just gotten back to his hotel.

He hadn’t even realized his phone had died. The moment he plugged it in, a call came through from Ryan.

A little over three hours later, a travel-worn Damien Vaughn appeared in the hospital room.

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