The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 522

Nathan's expression hardened as he said, "Avery visits this beauty salon every week, and it's where you were abducted from. Clearly, something is not right with that establishment."

"What should we do now?" Fenna asked.

Nathan remained silent, wheeling Fenna to the orthopedics department. He handed the report to the doctor and briefed him on the situation.

As Fenna received treatment, Nathan exited the room and retrieved his phone from his coat, only to discover it was switched off.

After powering it on, he was greeted with a barrage of missed calls and messages. A somber expression fell upon Nathan's face as he examined the notifications.

He noticed numerous missed calls from Cole, a dozen from his parents, several from Taylor and Wendy, and one from Phoebe.

In addition, there were two missed calls from Mila.

At that moment, Nathan's heart felt like it exploded, and he promptly dialed Mila's number.

With frustration bubbling inside him, Nathan stormed into the hospital room.

"Did you turn off my phone?" he bellowed furiously at Fenna, who was undergoing treatment.

Both Fenna and the attending doctor were startled by his sudden outburst.

Fenna nervously shook her head, swallowing hard. "No, I didn't touch your phone," she insisted.

As Nathan's phone continued to ring unanswered, his anxiety surged. However, there was no time to dwell on why his phone had been turned off.

He swiftly dialed Cole's number, walking away as the call connected.

Fenna shoved the doctor aside, hobbling after Nathan in a panic. "Nate, I'm still injured. Where are you going? Are you just going to abandon me like this?"

However, Nathan was too consumed by his concerns to heed her cries.

As Cole picked up the phone, urgency laced his voice. "General Morrison, something's happened to Mrs. Morrison. You need to come to the hospital immediately."

At that moment, Nathan felt his heart shatter. His mind went blank, and he dashed out of the hospital in a panic, feeling as if he were sprinting a hundred yards.

Fenna attempted to follow, but her injuries slowed her down. She called out sorrowfully from behind, "Nate, Nate… Are you just going to leave me like this?"

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The brightly illuminated hospital room was permeated with the scent of disinfectant.