Chapter 4 You Should See A Doctor

Claire glanced at Owen, her warning clear.

Owen spoke earnestly, "Don't give me that look. I know you're impressive, the most promising heir to the Black Family Medical Hospital. But doctors should also take care of themselves, you know? Your current condition is a classic trauma response. If left untreated..."

He didn't finish his sentence before a foot from the backseat kicked him.

Owen yelled, "Hey, watch it, you reckless brat! We're in a car, you wanna get us killed?"

"Betsy Green couldn't kill me, do you think you can?"

"..."

Another kick landed on Owen, who finally pleaded, "Alright, alright, I won't make a scene. Speaking of which, are we heading back to City W directly? I risked everything to come here, and Ethan has set traps all over the world to catch me. I can't cure his grandmother alone." Slightly resentful, he looked at Claire and said, "It's all because you didn't want to show yourself."

Claire retracted her foot, her eyelids fluttering, "Just give it two more days. Grandma Scott's condition should stabilize after the last dose of medicine." Once it stabilizes, Ethan will have enough time to find a suitable heart donor.

Owen's tone turned serious, "Claire, let me remind you. Dealing with those grudges and grievances in wealthy families is the most difficult, especially with top-tier families like the Scott family. The Black family alone almost took half your life, don't provoke the Scott family!"

Claire pursed her lips, "In the three years with the Scotts, Grandma Scott has treated me well." Everyone bullied her for being an orphan, without any backing, except for Grandma Scott, who treated her like a granddaughter. She couldn't bear to see Grandma Scott pass away.

"That's why I came to pick you up a year ago, you should've left! If you had left back then, you wouldn't owe so many favors or be in this headache now!" Owen's tone was slightly harsh.

He only found out the truth when he discovered her disappearance a year ago.

Her stepmother, Betsy Green, not only sent people to kill her, but also had been poisoning her, slowly deteriorating her health. Any significant movement would make her feel like she was nearing death. Fortunately, she had exceptional medical skills, and when he found her, she had already recovered enough.

Although Betsy had control over the Black family, Black Family Medical Hospital was in his hands, so protecting Claire wasn't difficult. But Claire had refused to leave with him at that time. She said they should wait another year.

When Claire heard his words, she gave him a slight smile, "If I had left back then, I would regret it deeply."

Owen, "???"

Claire didn't reply but turned to look out the car window, her gaze calm.

******

Ethan's efficiency was high, and a phone call came the next morning.

"Sir, we couldn't find any information on Mr. Owen in City N."

The voice on the other end was not soft, it was clear in the quiet office, especially to Peter, who was standing close by and felt a chill run down his spine when he met Ethan's indifferent gaze. Why did the call come at this exact moment?

"But we found out that Mr. Owen indeed left City W a few days ago. The exact location is still unknown," the voice reported cautiously.

During this time, Ethan had been investigating Owen's whereabouts. But this guy was slippery, always having fake plans. No wonder he was so hard to find.

The Black Family Medical Hospitals were all over the country and were the most well-known in the medical field. Many big-shot families tried everything to get Angela White, the expert in poison and a miracle-working doctor, to come and treat them, and they weren't afraid to spend a fortune to make it happen.

As the person in charge, he had gotten used to being blocked and hiding away.

"Where is Claire?" Ethan suddenly asked.

On the other end, there was a moment of hesitation. "Mrs. Ethan... Miss Claire, although she shares the last name Black, has no relation to the Black family. After leaving Rose Manor yesterday, she stayed at the nearby ST Hotel and hasn't made any movements since."

"The ST Hotel?" That was the Scott Family's property.

"Yes."

"Seal off the hotel and investigate everyone who checked in at the same time as her yesterday afternoon."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Peter flattered, "Boss, you're wise! Once we find Miss Claire, we'll find Mr. Owen!"

Ethan cast him a cold glance and said, "If you make a mistake, you know the consequences."

Peter, "..." He felt a chill in his wallet, as if he could hear the sound of the bonus flying away.

******

ST Hotel.

Claire was sleeping soundly when she was awakened by the ringing phone.

She groggily reached for it and heard a sweet and syrupy voice on the other end, "Angela, the Scott Family in City N is offering six million. They asked me to buy the whereabouts of the head of Black Family Medical Hospital."

Claire's drowsiness instantly vanished as she sat up from the bed. "What?"

"Your husband, oh no, your ex-husband, offered six million to buy Owen's whereabouts for the past three days! What should I do? I'm tempted!" The voice on the other end was full of implications, as if ready to sell them in the next second.

Claire closed her eyes and said, "Six million, I'll have Owen transfer to you."

The voice on the other end immediately became ecstatic. "Thank you, Angela! Love you! Let's have dinner another day!"

"Don't wait for another day, let's do it this afternoon. I have something to discuss with you."

"..." Getting that six million seemed difficult.

After hanging up the phone, Claire hesitated for several seconds and called Owen, "Where are you?"

On the other end, his lazy voice came through. "Downstairs, just went to Black Family Medical Hospital to bring you something you wanted. Wait for me, I'll be right up."

"Don't come up right now!"

"???"

"I have a foreboding feeling. Ethan might have his eyes on you!"

"..."

Owen looked at the elevator that had just arrived on the first floor and spoke seriously, "Claire, I'm being serious. You should go see a doctor, I seriously suspect that Scott Family has driven you to a nervous breakdown."

Before he could finish speaking, a commotion erupted behind them.

At the hotel entrance.

A row of bodyguards rushed in, blocking the entrance tightly.

Many bewildered people asked, "What's going on? What happened?"

"I heard that the Scott Family is investigating a woman, who seems to be Mr. Ethan's love interest, stayed in a room with another man..."

Peter's eye twitched upon hearing that.

Ethan beside him walked toward the elevator without looking sideways, and the hotel manager immediately escorted him.

With a genuinely frightened attitude, the manager said, "Mr. Ethan, Miss Claire did stay at the hotel yesterday, but the hotel's surveillance happened to be malfunctioning in the afternoon, so we can't confirm how many people were there. The registration records show that only she checked in." His words were evasive, completely shifting the blame.

They entered the elevator, the tall figure of the man making the space even more cramped, his cold eyes emanating a bone-chilling coldness.

The hotel manager couldn't figure out his mood and blindly flattered, "Someone like you, Mr. Ethan, with your wealth and appearance, is admired and adored by all the socialites in City N. And Miss Claire, as your sweetheart, must feel extremely lucky. How could she possibly be with another man..."

The elevator doors opened, and Ethan turned his head impatiently to glance at him.

The manager froze in place, not knowing which part of his words went wrong.

Peter cast a deep meaningful look at him, wondering if the manager's brain was malfunctioning.

They quickly caught up, only to see Ethan's figure halt at the corner, his aura intimidating.