The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 893

Mr. Fletcher's call came so abruptly that, for a split second, I almost mistook it for The Rat calling back.

But it was only a momentary illusion. I quickly snapped out of it, adjusted my breathing, and answered. "Mr. Fletcher..."

"Ms. Hayes, can you come over to the care center? We have a bit of a situation with Mr. Hayes," Mr. Fletcher said, his voice laced with burning urgency.

Something was wrong with Maxwell?

My heart seized. I shot to my feet and rushed toward the elevator. "What happened? Tell me."

"Mr. Hayes's heart rate fluctuated, so..." Mr. Fletcher spoke rapidly. "You told me last time to report any developments to you immediately."

"I'll be right there!" My heart hammered against my ribs.

It was pounding so hard it felt like it might jump out of my throat. I was torn between desperate hope and sheer panic.

I hoped that this meant Maxwell might finally wake up so we could talk.

But I also panicked, terrified that The Rat had suddenly switched targets and decided to go after my father instead.

After all, Maxwell was family. I had been monitoring his condition closely, praying for his recovery.

Even though Ferris had already arranged for caregivers and bodyguards, Theodore Thorne was incredibly cunning. If he could use a phone call to coerce Maxwell into throwing himself down a flight of stairs, he could easily devise an even more unpredictable method to finish the job.

Consumed by worry, I sprinted out of the elevator and made a beeline for the parking lot.