She really didn’t know how to introduce her identity.
It was too awkward.
"Oh, oh, I know this, I know you."
Nia Mitchell imdiately spoke up, coughing a bit unnaturally, which was quite similar to Maxwell Peary.
"Well, it’s like this, I’m currently at the First People’s Hospital in Capital Town, Fiona Sutton is now in the Ergency Room, I can’t explain everything in a few words, can you co over?"
"Fiona’s in the Ergency Room?"
Nia Mitchell was suddenly stunned and stood up from the chair abruptly.
"Got it, I’m coming over now."
After hanging up the phone, Nia Mitchell quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped her mouth.
"What’s wrong?"
Maxwell Peary saw her like this and imdiately asked.
Even though he asked, he was already starting to wipe his hands, clearly preparing to go with Nia Mitchell.
"Uncle, you were picking food for all the ti, I’m full now, but you haven’t eaten much, Fiona’s in the hospital, I’m going over first, you stay here and eat."
Nia Mitchell quickly made up her mind, and after speaking, she was ready to leave directly.
Maxwell Peary imdiately grabbed her arm.
"What are you talking about? I’ll drive you over."
After speaking, Maxwell Peary pulled Nia Mitchell outside.
Forty minutes later—
Nia Mitchell and Maxwell Peary arrived at the First People’s Hospital.
Fiona Sutton had already co out of the Ergency Room and was currently in a ward.
Tara Jason had a high fever that wouldn’t subside and almost fainted earlier in the Ergency Room. After learning that Fiona Sutton was no longer in danger, she went to get an IV.
Nia Mitchell gently pushed open the ward door and saw Fiona Sutton staring at her with open eyes.
Fiona Sutton froze when she saw Nia Mitchell, and quickly pulled out a pale smile.
"Why did you co over?"
Her voice was very weak, making people feel distressed just by hearing it.
"Nonsense, sothing so serious happened to you, if I don’t co, who will?"
Nia Mitchell imdiately blad her a few tis, then tears welled up in her eyes.
Maxwell Peary sighed and led her to sit on the chair by Fiona’s bed.
Seeing the deep concern in Maxwell Peary’s eyes, Fiona Sutton’s eyes reddened.
Why...
Why could Nia Mitchell find such a good man?
While she could only lie on the hospital bed and nurture her pregnancy?
"Young Master Peary, I want to ask you a question."
Fiona Sutton’s voice was hoarse, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at Maxwell Peary.
"Is Yancy Hastings really dead?"
She didn’t believe it, especially today she still didn’t believe it.
Hearing Fiona Sutton’s question, Maxwell Peary was taken aback.
Did she see sothing?
"Why are you asking this?"
Maxwell Peary did not answer her question but asked her back.
Hearing Maxwell Peary’s question, Fiona Sutton’s tears fell.
"I seem to have seen him, I don’t know if it’s my hallucination, but I always feel that he’s by my side."
Even if he was just a ghost, he was still by her side.
"Earlier in the hospital, I saw a back view. I’m sure it was Yancy Hastings, I called him, he ignored , I chased him, he ran."
Saying this, Fiona Sutton’s tears flowed even more heavily.
"Alright, alright, Fiona, it’s definitely a hallucination."
Nia Mitchell imdiately started to comfort her, reaching out to grab a tissue and wipe her tears.
"Yancy Hastings is already dead, you have to open your heart, don’t always be like this, otherwise your baby will be in danger too."
Nia Mitchell’s words kept echoing in Fiona Sutton’s ears.
Fiona Sutton nodded, reaching out her hands to touch her belly.
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