Free Web NovelChapter 185: Chapter 185: Cecelia Archer?
Forty minutes later, Damien Vaughn arrived at the outpatient building’s parking lot of Central Hospital.
He killed the engine and opened the car door.
As he got out of the car with a calm expression, pulling out his phone to call Brandon Jacobs and ask for their exact location, his gaze suddenly shifted. He saw a man and a woman emerging from a parking spot two rows ahead, walking closely together.
The man was dressed all in black, his figure tall and straight from behind. The woman wore a large, loose-fitting black padded jacket, a hat, and a thick scarf wrapped around her neck.
Even though it was only the beginning of winter, with daytime temperatures still around fifteen or sixteen degrees Celsius, she was dressed like she was about to go skiing.
The two were a perfect match in both height and build. Standing together, they were a striking sight even just from the back.
But it wasn’t their backs that caught Damien Vaughn’s attention. Although he couldn’t see their faces, he found the man’s build strikingly familiar, like Shane Grant.
And the woman beside him...
"Cecelia Archer?"
Damien Vaughn could hardly believe his eyes.
Whether it was her gait, her height, or her figure—it was clearly Cecelia Archer!
’She’s not dead?’
’Not only is she not dead, but she’s gotten together with Shane Grant?’
Surprise and rage instantly rushed to his head. Seeing the two about to turn a corner, Damien Vaughn quickened his pace to follow—
"Vaughn!"
But Brandon Jacobs had suddenly appeared from nowhere and grabbed his arm.
"What took you so long? You were killing me!"
"Gwen Morgan drank too much, she’s completely lost it! The doctor wants to examine her, but she won’t let anyone touch her—Come on, come on, hurry up! Any longer and someone’s going to die!"
With that, he tried to pull Damien Vaughn along, but Damien didn’t hear a word he said. His head was turned, trying to peer in the direction the couple had gone.
"What are you spacing out for? I’m here! Gwen Morgan is over there! What are you looking at?"
"Come on, let’s go! I’m not kidding, if we delay any longer..."
In the few seconds he’d been held up, Shane Grant and Cecelia Archer had turned the corner and vanished. Damien Vaughn shook off Brandon Jacobs’s hand, intending to give chase.
"Let go of me. I saw Cecelia Archer."
Seeing him about to run in the opposite direction, looking completely distracted, a frantic Brandon Jacobs threw his arms around him in a bear hug.
"Can you two stop taking your drama out on me? You guys are killing me! What did I ever do to deserve this? What did you see... Wait, what did you say? Who did you see?"
He was clinging to him like glue, muttering nonstop. Utterly annoyed, Damien Vaughn coldly ripped him off.
"Cecelia Archer! She went that way with Shane Grant."
"You handle Gwen Morgan. I’m..."
Before he could finish, Brandon Jacobs zipped in front of him and placed a hand on his forehead.
"Are you running a fever?"
"Nope. Doesn’t feel hot."
Then he suddenly bent down, bringing his nose close to Damien’s mouth and sniffing vigorously.
"Did you drink, then?"
"Nope, not that either."
Having a grown man perform such an intimate gesture on him was disgusting. Damien Vaughn shoved his face away forcefully.
"Are you sick in the head, Brandon Jacobs?"
Brandon Jacobs thought *he* was the one who was sick.
Although he didn’t know the specifics of what had happened between him, that Cecelia Archer woman, and Gwen Morgan, he did know that Cecelia Archer was responsible for Mrs. Vaughn’s death, and that she had later killed herself out of guilt.
It had been a whole damn month. For Damien Vaughn to say he saw her here... wasn’t that like seeing a ghost?
He never thought he’d hear such a ridiculous thing from the lips of the ever-serious and cold Damien Vaughn. Brandon Jacobs really wanted to snap back at him.
But seeing the look on Damien Vaughn’s face...
"Is that so? Well, that’s really strange. We should definitely look into it."
"How about this, Vaughn? You go calm down Gwen Morgan, and I’ll go follow them to see what’s going on. Don’t worry, I’ll report back to you soon."
He sounded completely sure of himself, but Damien Vaughn’s brow remained tightly furrowed.
"No, I have to go myself..."
"Oh, come on! Master Vaughn! My dear ancestor! How many times do I have to tell you? Gwen Morgan is coughing up blood! She’s not doing well, she’s practically dying, and she’s waiting to see you! Just go see her first! That’s Gwen Morgan we’re talking about! You might be able to afford to offend her, but can I?"
"I’m begging you, think about it from my perspective! If something happens to her after drinking at my place, and Uncle Morgan comes looking for someone to blame, do you think my dad will let me off? You know he already looks down on me for being in this line of work. Do you really want to force me to go back home and fight with my dad every day?"
Damien Vaughn’s reason finally began to return.
He looked at Brandon Jacobs, who was so anxious in the night breeze that his forehead was starting to sweat, being uncharacteristically serious for once. Damien paused for a moment.
"Fine. I’ll go check on Gwen Morgan first. You go find Cecelia Archer."
"No matter what, you have to find her tonight and bring her to me!"
"Alright, alright, I’m going, I’m going! You hurry up, too!"
Damien Vaughn strode off toward the emergency department.
Watching his tall figure disappear in a few quick strides, Brandon Jacobs, who had been running around frantically, sank onto the edge of a planter, wincing in exhaustion.
"Find Cecelia Archer? Bring her to you? You really overestimate your buddy! What am I gonna do, conjure a ghost for you? The nerve of you to even say that!"
"Every single one of them goes crazy over love. Look at you and Gwen Morgan. Is there even a trace left of the top students you used to be?"
"Yikes, speaking of ghosts, why does it feel so creepy here? Nope, can’t sit here. Don’t want to actually see a ghost."
"I can’t get mixed up in the affairs of these two titans. I should just try to avoid them as much as possible from now on. I’m outta here!"
The moment Damien Vaughn stepped into the emergency room, he saw Gwen Morgan.
Brandon Jacobs hadn’t been lying. A group of exquisitely dressed women were gathered around her, along with several doctors and nurses, all of them shouting for her to lie down and let them examine her properly. But she was crouched on the floor, clutching her stomach, refusing to listen.
If anyone dared to pull at her, she would wave her arms and yell at them frantically, a fit of violent coughing following each outburst.
On the pristine white floor, several spots were splattered with the blood she had coughed up—it was a shocking sight.
As if by some sixth sense, in the midst of her tantrum, Gwen Morgan looked toward the entrance.
Seeing Damien Vaughn strolling in, she immediately clutched her stomach and stood up, her face lighting up with surprise and delight.
"Damien!"
"I knew you wouldn’t abandon me! You came to see me, Damien!"
Because she had been squatting for too long, and also because she was so weak, the moment she stood up, she stumbled and pitched forward. Fortunately, Damien Vaughn rushed forward and caught her.
Usually, she was always meticulous, rational, and poised. Seeing her in such a disheveled state was something Damien Vaughn was truly not used to.
"Look at the state you’ve gotten yourself into."
"I don’t care! As long as you come to see me, I’m willing to be in any state! Damien, I’ve missed you so much, I..."
’So many people are watching,’ Damien Vaughn thought. ’When she sobers up and realizes the nonsense she was spouting, she’ll regret it to death.’ He raised a hand and covered her mouth.
"You’ve had too much to drink. Don’t say anything else. Let the doctor take a look at you first."
"Mmmph, mmmph..."
"Don’t worry, I’m not leaving."
At that moment, the doctors and nurses wheeled a gurney over. Damien Vaughn lifted her into his arms and placed her on the bed.
"I’m here now. The rest of you can go home."
