Restoring a Life After Seven Years of Wrong Love novel Chapter 197

Charlotte's eyes lit up.

If Yvette was right, a parasite like him didn't drug women just once or twice. He had to have left a trail.

"I'm on it."

"You just focus on resting. Once you're out of the hospital, I'll take care of you myself," Matthew said softly.

He frowned slightly, glancing at her stomach. She was four months pregnant, yet barely showing at all.

"You really don't have to, Matthew," Yvette declined.

He was already swamped with his duties at Solstice Auctions and the endless networking for the Azure Atelier. He barely had time to breathe.

There was no way she could ask him to act as her nurse on top of everything else.

Matthew shot her a stern look, and Yvette knew instantly that there was no changing his mind.

"Matthew, I'm so lucky to have you."

"Silly girl."

"I've got some business to handle. You rest up, and I'll drop by when I have a minute."

"Okay. Drive safe."

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Blythe Lovell picked up her phone, only to be met with an immediate, explosive barrage of curses from Derek Creed.

"Didn't you promise I'd get to have her? I'm practically crippled now! You better give me my million back."

"How is that possible? I watched her walk in there with my own eyes," Blythe snapped, her voice rising. "If you couldn't get it done in all that time, that's your own damn fault for being useless!"

"Shut the fuck up! Let me tell you something—I'm literally in the hospital right now," Derek threatened viciously. "If my equipment doesn't work after this, you're going to be serving me for the rest of your life!"

He followed that up with an endless string of vile profanities.

Blythe hung up immediately. Her fingers were trembling violently around her phone, sheer panic washing over her.

She scrolled to an international number and hit dial, but it just kept ringing.

Pick up. Pick up.

Just as it was about to go to voicemail, the call connected. It was the same man's voice.

"It's a disaster. The plan failed."

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