The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 294

Susan stared at the scene unfolding before her, taking several seconds to process what she was seeing.

"Claire Jenner, what... what are you doing in Dr. Zimmerman's bed? What... what exactly are you up to!"

"Mom? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" Claire snatched her hand back and immediately scrambled off the bed.

Susan didn't even care about dropping her bags. She grabbed Claire and dragged her to the side to scold her.

"If I hadn't come here tonight, I never would have known that you... that you were so... Ugh!"

She had heard Dr. Zimmerman was hospitalized when she picked up her medication that afternoon. Feeling uneasy at home, she bought some gifts and came over, planning to just leave them at the door without disturbing him.

Instead, she heard her own daughter's voice from the hallway! Calling him "honey" over and over again—it was absolutely scandalous.

On the bed, Miles's eyes darkened. Just as he suspected, Susan still didn't know they were married. He hadn't pushed the issue, afraid of giving Claire too much pressure, but he hadn't expected her to keep it a secret for this long.

"Dr. Zimmerman, I am so sorry for disturbing you. This is my fault for not raising my daughter properly."

Susan lunged forward to yank Claire.

"You, come with me! We're going home!"

"Susan, this has nothing to do with Claire. It was my lack of consideration..." Miles tried to get up to intervene, but Susan pushed him back.

He was still weak and fell back onto the mattress. Claire immediately rushed over to support him.

"Mom, don't touch him!"

"Miles and I are already married!"

The words struck like a thunderbolt in the quiet room.

Miles looked at her. He thought she was going to keep hiding it.

"Mom, I know I shouldn't have kept this from you, but Miles and I have already gotten our marriage certificate. Whether you approve or not, I'm going to be with him."

Half an hour later, Susan had finally digested the shock of her daughter's sudden marriage.

Lying in her small bedroom, Claire tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

She wondered if Miles's wound was hurting, if he had forgiven her, or if he was still angry.

She sent him a message. She saw the "typing" indicator pop up on the screen, but after a long wait, no reply came.

He was definitely still mad. She needed to call and keep coaxing him.

Claire dialed his number. It rang for a long time before he finally answered.

"Dr. Zimmerman, why didn't you reply to my message?"

"I was busy."

"You aren't sleeping."

"My hands are busy."