My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185: Chapter 185: Cecelia Archer?

Forty minutes later, Damien Vaughn arrived at the outpatient building’s parking lot of Central Hospital.

He killed the engine and opened the car door.

As he got out of the car with a calm expression, pulling out his phone to call Brandon Jacobs and ask for their exact location, his gaze suddenly shifted. He saw a man and a woman emerging from a parking spot two rows ahead, walking closely together.

The man was dressed all in black, his figure tall and straight from behind. The woman wore a large, loose-fitting black padded jacket, a hat, and a thick scarf wrapped around her neck.

Even though it was only the beginning of winter, with daytime temperatures still around fifteen or sixteen degrees Celsius, she was dressed like she was about to go skiing.

The two were a perfect match in both height and build. Standing together, they were a striking sight even just from the back.

But it wasn’t their backs that caught Damien Vaughn’s attention. Although he couldn’t see their faces, he found the man’s build strikingly familiar, like Shane Grant.

And the woman beside him...

"Cecelia Archer?"

Damien Vaughn could hardly believe his eyes.

Whether it was her gait, her height, or her figure—it was clearly Cecelia Archer!

’She’s not dead?’

’Not only is she not dead, but she’s gotten together with Shane Grant?’

Surprise and rage instantly rushed to his head. Seeing the two about to turn a corner, Damien Vaughn quickened his pace to follow—

"Vaughn!"

But Brandon Jacobs had suddenly appeared from nowhere and grabbed his arm.

"What took you so long? You were killing me!"

"Gwen Morgan drank too much, she’s completely lost it! The doctor wants to examine her, but she won’t let anyone touch her—Come on, come on, hurry up! Any longer and someone’s going to die!"

With that, he tried to pull Damien Vaughn along, but Damien didn’t hear a word he said. His head was turned, trying to peer in the direction the couple had gone.

"What are you spacing out for? I’m here! Gwen Morgan is over there! What are you looking at?"

"Come on, let’s go! I’m not kidding, if we delay any longer..."

In the few seconds he’d been held up, Shane Grant and Cecelia Archer had turned the corner and vanished. Damien Vaughn shook off Brandon Jacobs’s hand, intending to give chase.

"Let go of me. I saw Cecelia Archer."

Seeing him about to run in the opposite direction, looking completely distracted, a frantic Brandon Jacobs threw his arms around him in a bear hug.

"Can you two stop taking your drama out on me? You guys are killing me! What did I ever do to deserve this? What did you see... Wait, what did you say? Who did you see?"

He was clinging to him like glue, muttering nonstop. Utterly annoyed, Damien Vaughn coldly ripped him off.

"Cecelia Archer! She went that way with Shane Grant."

"You handle Gwen Morgan. I’m..."

Before he could finish, Brandon Jacobs zipped in front of him and placed a hand on his forehead.

"Are you running a fever?"

"Nope. Doesn’t feel hot."

Then he suddenly bent down, bringing his nose close to Damien’s mouth and sniffing vigorously.

"Did you drink, then?"

"Nope, not that either."

Having a grown man perform such an intimate gesture on him was disgusting. Damien Vaughn shoved his face away forcefully.

"Are you sick in the head, Brandon Jacobs?"

Brandon Jacobs thought *he* was the one who was sick.

Although he didn’t know the specifics of what had happened between him, that Cecelia Archer woman, and Gwen Morgan, he did know that Cecelia Archer was responsible for Mrs. Vaughn’s death, and that she had later killed herself out of guilt.

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