The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 254

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is powered off."

Claire couldn't sit still. She grabbed her coat and rushed to the hospital. The third-floor office was completely empty.

She hurried to the inpatient department to find Jared Johnston.

"Dr. Johnston, do you know where Miles is? Is his leg hurt?"

Jared's tone was flat. "Can I help you? If you're asking where he is, no comment."

"I..." Claire scrambled for an excuse. "He said he was going on a business trip, but he didn't pack any clothes. I wanted to drop some off for him."

She set down a bag and turned to leave.

Jared glanced down at the perfectly folded shirts and pants inside the bag. He pulled out his phone and texted Miles.

[Your wife is here. She's asking where you are.]

Miles's phone had just charged. He powered it on and replied: [Don't tell her for now. Let's wait a couple of days.]

Jared picked up the bag and left the hospital. He completely failed to notice the slender figure trailing him from a distance.

Returning to Fairhaven Residences, Jared pulled out his keys to unlock the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the person standing outside.

He froze, nearly dropping the bag in his hand.

"Claire?! What are you doing here?"

Claire didn't answer him.

Her gaze bypassed him entirely, landing squarely on the man in the living room.

Miles was sitting on the sofa, his left leg propped up on a low stool. He must have just had his bandages changed. White gauze was wrapped thickly around the back of his knee, the sight of it jarring and terrible.

He was hurt this badly!

Claire's eyes instantly filled with red-hot tears.

Miles saw her too. He rubbed his temples, his voice steeped in helpless resignation. "Jared, why did you bring her here?"

The other man raised his hands in surrender. "I didn't bring her here! Your wife is practically a secret agent. She followed me!"

The man nodded.

"Miles Zimmerman, you're injured, yet you carried me all that way on your back. Are you out of your mind?"

Claire felt utterly miserable. The crushing ache in her chest was impossible to suppress, spilling over into a sudden torrent of tears.

Huge drops rolled down her cheeks and splashed onto the back of Miles's hand, searing and hot.

This was the first time Miles had ever seen her cry like this. His chest tightened in panic, and he immediately reached out, clumsily trying to wipe away her tears.

"Why are you crying? I'm not crippled. A couple of days of rest and I'll be fine."

Claire forced her tears back and stood up.

"Come back to Grandview Heights with me. The bed is bigger there, and it'll be easier for me to take care of you."

"Jared is here to help. It's convenient enough."

"No!" Claire was dead serious, a stubborn gleam in her teary eyes. "You're my husband. If you're hurt, I'm the one who should be taking care of you! Come home with me!"