The black figure in front paused for a mont after hearing Fiona Sutton’s words.
This fleeting mont of hesitation made Fiona even more certain of her guess.
Yancy Hastings isn’t dead?
This isn’t a dream, it’s real.
She could clearly feel that the man in front was Yancy Hastings.
But it was only a few seconds, and the man quickly ran away again.
"Yancy Hastings!"
Seeing this, Fiona chased after him recklessly.
Tara Jason watched the out-of-control Fiona and anxiously hurried after her, soon catching up.
"You need to calm down. The doctor just advised you to take care of your health."
Tara Jason warned imdiately, fearing even the slightest issue with her health.
After a few steps, Fiona no longer saw the shadow of the black figure.
He’s gone!
Even Tara Jason is concerned about her health.
Doesn’t Yancy Hastings care?
She’s carrying his child, does he have the heart to be so cruel?
Who was the one shouting about taking responsibility back then?
Fiona refuses to believe this fact, and doesn’t accept what’s happening, standing pale in place.
"He’s gone."
She murmured, her heart aching.
"Why doesn’t he co to find ? Why?"
Fiona slowly squatted down, her whole body trembling.
The sight made Tara Jason extrely upset.
She must be suffering.
Was the man who just ran away the father of her child?
Wasn’t he supposed to be dead?
Although filled with questions, considering privacy, she didn’t ask any of them.
The imnse pain surged, like a silent ocean trying to engulf her.
In an instant, her pale face was covered with sweat beads.
Tara Jason noticed her unusual behavior and imdiately squatted down as well.
"Fiona? Fiona? Fiona?"
Pain!
Her whole body hurt.
Especially her lower abdon, the pain was piercing.
"Doctor! Doctor! Soone, co quickly!"
Tara Jason panicked and scread at the top of her lungs.
......
Outside the Ergency Room —
Tara Jason sat on the long bench, her face full of worry.
After a long hesitation, she reached for her phone and called Charles Northwood.
"Hello?"
The long-awaited voice ca through, carrying his unique warmth.
Upon hearing this voice, Tara Jason’s eyes imdiately welled up with tears.
"What’s wrong?"
Not hearing any response from the other end for a while, Charles Northwood couldn’t help but ask again.
"Fiona is in the Ergency Room."
It felt like she used every bit of her strength to utter this sentence completely.
"What?"
Charles Northwood was stunned, his eyes widening.
When he left, Fiona’s health was fine.
In those few days, her body had been almost completely recuperated, and as long as she didn’t abuse her body, there shouldn’t have been any major problems.
"I don’t know what’s going on either, she was too emotional and ran for quite a while."
Since Tara Jason wasn’t very familiar with Fiona’s situation, she had no idea what to say.
Charles Northwood took a deep breath and sat down.
"Listen, I’m currently abroad and can’t return imdiately. I’ll send you Nia Mitchell’s number; call her."
After saying this, Charles Northwood directly hung up the call.
Tara Jason sat there, looking at the darkened screen, her face filled with sadness.
She hesitated so much to make the call, but to Charles Northwood, it seed...
The next second, the phone screen lit up again, showing a new text ssage.
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