The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 974

Having the top doc in the hospital on board was really reassuring. But now, Chloe’s involvement was like a punch to the gut.

Who knew what this woman, who probably wouldn’t mind seeing Ivan dead, was up to?

In the operating room, Chloe sat in her wheelchair, her face as cold as ice.

I’m Damon’s fiancée, you guys know that, right?”

The doctors just looked at her, their faces hidden behind masks and caps, their eyes full of caution. They had a feeling that this woman’s sudden request to enter the ER wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

“You’re not going to ask us to remove an organ from him, are you? That’s illegal…”

Chloe gave a small smile. 7 know. But that’s a good suggestion. Or maybe, we could.

Her gaze drifted towards Ivan’s lower abdomen.

The doctors tensed up. This woman… But as a woman who was almost raped, it was understandable that she had such thoughts.

Chloe suddenly laughed. T’m just kidding. After all, he’s Percy’s son, how could I cut off their family line?”

The doctors let out a sigh of relief.

Chloe looked at Ivan coldly. “I won’t let his body lack anything.”

The doctors felt something was off but couldn’t put their finger on it.

Chloe just rubbed her wrist and asked, “Time to pull the knife?”

“You… You’re really going to do it yourself?”

“Yes Let me.”

doctors were on pins and needles, their eyes glued to

the scalpel with a “pfft” sound. Blood spurted out, splashing on the doctors nearby.

could tell this woman didn’t want Ivan dead. Her hand was very steady when the knife went in, but when it left the tissues, she deliberately moved the knife aside, making

the operating table,

but take

was controlled perfectly, not hitting any

held the knife, watching the

hours. When the ER doors swung open, Freya and Percy rush

“Doctor, how’s my son?”

his mask, looking a bit uncomfortable with the sudden crowd. “He… is not

face pale: Freya and Percy breathed a sigh of relief.

needs rest, please make

away, Chloe

walked up to her, checked her over to make sure she was unharmed, then

the clean fruit knife and

have

up. “Let’s go home, you need rest.”

have a wheelchair. I’m not

her towards the hospital exit. Just then,

eyes turned cold.

at Chloe in Damon’s arms.

night. I have obsessions, that have built up over my twenty-some years and become habits. I cant change

here talking to me about this nonsense, do you think it’s

Wendy clenched her fists

“Are you trying

Wendy stayed le

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