Ella wanted to speak, but as she opened her mouth, not a single word ca out. It was as if her neural system had been frozen, leaving her unable to control her body.
Ella sprang to her feet, overwheld by shock and fear. This wasn’t the first ti this had happened. Sotis, when she woke up in the middle of the night and saw Eric going to the bathroom, she’d try to greet him, only to find herself unable to speak.
She had initially dismissed it as exhaustion or hormonal changes due to pregnancy, brushing it off as nothing serious. But recently, with everything on her mind, an unsettling sense of dread had begun to creep in. Standing up now, her headache intensified, and her vision spun violently.
"Ella!"
Through the haze, she heard two desperate cries. The next mont, she collapsed into soone’s arms.
Luke, without hesitation, scooped her up and rushed outside.
Lucas’s face was ashen. He climbed into the car with Luke, who drove, while Lucas secured Ella’s seatbelt. "Ella, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" he asked urgently.
Ella, gasping for breath, felt her vision blur in and out. Her heart raced as a dreadful possibility crossed her mind.
"I... my head hurts so much. I can’t see clearly!" Ella managed to say with great effort, sweat beading on her forehead. Lucas’s heart ached at the sight. She was still pregnant—how could she be facing such frequent ergencies?
"Don’t speak. Let Luke take you to the hospital for a thorough check-up," Lucas said, nodding firmly.
Ella closed her eyes. She wondered if her condition was sohow related to the Tiffany situation, but she quickly dismissed the thought. She believed her ntal resilience wasn’t that fragile, so it must be sothing else.
Her head throbbed painfully, as though countless needles were piercing her temples, disrupting her neural system and making even speech difficult.
Lucas gripped Ella’s hand tightly, his face pale with worry.
Ella vomited again in the car, prompting Luke to drive even faster. Thankfully, they weren’t stopped by the police, which would have caused further delays.
"Dad... don’t tell Eric about this. He’s too busy right now. Let’s not bother him for now," Ella said weakly, struggling to form coherent sentences.
Lucas nodded firmly.
When they reached the hospital, Luke, ignoring the vomit on Ella, carried her straight into the ergency departnt.
Lucas, filled with anxiety, followed them into the ER. The doctor attending to Ella was Professor Bell, a renowned physician who had recently returned from Country W and was pre-arranged by Lucas via phone during the drive.
Professor Bell, in her fifties, had decades of clinical experience and was known for her ticulous care.
After a series of questions, Professor Bell’s expression grew serious. "Ms. Anderson, we’ll need to perform a brain imaging scan and a CT scan. While you’re pregnant, we can’t ignore this. I suspect the possibility of a brain tumor."
Ella drew in a sharp breath, her palms damp with cold sweat.
Luke frowned. "Doctor, she’s pregnant! How can you perform a CT scan and imaging? The radiation could be harmful to the baby!"
These types of tests posed significant risks for pregnant won due to the high levels of radiation.
Lucas remained silent, his brows furrowed deeply. Ella’s face was pale, but she managed a faint smile, her eyes glistening with tears.
She gently placed her hand on her belly, caressing it with reluctance, and softly shook her head. "Let think about it."
Lucas’s face clouded with sorrow upon hearing this.
"Luke, go arrange for a VIP room. She’ll need to be admitted for now. Don’t ntion this to Eric—he’s overwheld right now," Lucas instructed quietly.
Luke, though puzzled, complied and quickly handled Ella’s hospital admission.
Given Ella’s condition, staying at ho posed significant risks. Should another episode occur, there might not be enough ti to save her. This precaution was necessary.
As Ella stepped out of the doctor’s office, her face was heavy with worry. Lucas held her arm as they headed toward the VIP floor.
Suddenly, a voice called out to her.
Ella turned, the voice vaguely familiar, though she couldn’t imdiately place it.
Behind her stood a poised middle-aged woman with her hair elegantly pinned back, exuding the aura of a socialite.
It was Julia—Sean’s wife, whom Ella hadn’t seen in years.
Ella raised her eyebrows slightly. "Well, if it isn’t Mrs. Carter."
When old enemies et, the air is often charged with hostility.
Julia ignored Lucas’s imposing and stern presence, her sharp, mocking gaze fixed on Ella. "Well, well, it’s been two years, and look at what you’ve co to."
Julia’s tone was biting. Ella frowned and rubbed her throbbing temples. "Dad, let’s go."
Julia, well aware that Lucas was Ella’s father—a fact that had spread widely across the Country S—was undeterred.
"What’s the rush? Feeling guilty, are we? From the look of you, I’d say you’ve got a brain tumor, just like that dead witch Ava. Ha! Evil always gets its due. You ruined Carter Group, and now it’s your turn. Isn’t that how your dear Grandma Carter died—so terminal illness?"
Julia’s laugh was triumphant, her expression twisted with glee.
Ella’s eyes turned icy as she stared at Julia. "Do you think you’re so kind of dical expert? You dare make wild assumptions about ? People like you, filled with malice, will never get what they wish for."
Julia’s grin widened with even more arrogance. Lucas’s face darkened, and he was about to speak when Ella tugged at his arm to stop him.
"Isn’t it true, though? Your Grandma Carter’s lineage was riddled with brain tumors. Apart from your useless uncle, none of the others survived. Your mother, your great-grandfather—five children, all dead from illness. You think you can escape that fate? Ha! This is your family’s destiny. Karma will co for you. I’ll wait and see how long you last!"
Julia’s smugness escalated, her tone increasingly venomous. "What good is owning Carter Group’s shares? What good is having a loving husband, or money? None of it matters—you won’t live to enjoy it! Ha! I hope you join your Grandma Carter in heaven soon!"
Smack!
Before Julia could finish her tirade, a man’s hand struck her sharply across the face, silencing her instantly.
Ella glanced calmly at the furious Luke. "Why waste energy on her? Let the mad dog bark. Dad, let’s go upstairs."
Julia, dizzy from the slap, staggered before regaining her balance. By the ti she recovered, Luke and the others were already at the elevator.
"Stop right there! I’ll sue you for assault!" Julia scread, rushing toward them.
Luke turned, his eyes filled with cold fury, stopping Julia in her tracks. A flicker of fear crept into her heart.
"Go ahead, file your lawsuit. I’ll be waiting for your summons," Luke said with a chilling laugh before stepping into the elevator alongside Ella and Lucas.
Julia, now in a frenzy, pointed at the closed elevator doors and shrieked hysterically, "Ella, you wretched woman! You’ll die a miserable death!"
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