Free Web NovelChapter 61: Chapter 61: Got the Children’s Hair
"Is the patient’s information registered?"
Claire Clark went back to her office and brought out a handful of chocolates to share with the nurses, feigning a casual demeanor as she stood before them again.
The nurses’ eyes lit up at the sight of the expensive chocolates. They passed her the medical record book as they shared the treats.
"It’s done. Why are you so free today, Dr. Clark? And why are you so interested in this particular patient?"
Claire Clark didn’t immediately take the chart, replying nonchalantly.
"Free? I have an exam at the end of the month. I was just thinking I’d review some cases and learn more about the patients to broaden my knowledge. What, is looking at a case file bothering you? In that case, I won’t disturb you."
’How could that be?’
Dr. Clark was young, beautiful, and generous. Rumor had it she’d gotten her position through some very powerful connections and would likely be promoted soon. The nurses couldn’t suck up to her fast enough.
"No, no, we were just making small talk. You’re so nice, Dr. Clark. We love chatting with you. Please, take a look!"
Only then did Claire Clark take the medical record book. frёewebηovel.cѳm
One look, and she was stunned.
’Why was the patient a three-year-old girl?’
’Candy Archer? Cecelia Archer’s daughter? She has a son and a daughter?’
’Could she really be that lucky? Did that bitch actually have fraternal twins with Damien Vaughn?’
’But the child’s condition... leukemia?’
That single line of information left Claire Clark with mixed feelings of joy and worry.
The joy came from the fact that the daughter Cecelia Archer had secretly given birth to after dropping out of school had a very serious illness. She might just disappear soon and no longer pose a threat to Claire Clark’s future.
But at the same time, she was a little worried. The man Cecelia was with now was so powerful. ’What if he does everything in his power to cure her daughter...’
’Forget it, don’t overthink it for now. The most urgent thing is to find out if this child is related to Damien Vaughn.’
If there was no connection, she couldn’t care less if the girl lived or died. She wouldn’t even bother to give her a second glance.
But if she was Damien Vaughn’s biological child...
Annie had been running around for half the day and was getting tired. After eating his fill, he grew sleepy. Cecelia Archer gave him a quick wash and put him to bed on the companion cot next to Candy’s.
Just as he had drifted off to sleep, the room door was pushed open. A doctor, clad in a white coat, mask, goggles, and gloves—completely covered from head to toe—walked in.
Cecelia Archer assumed it was a doctor doing routine checks, so she stepped aside to give her space.
Claire Clark glanced sideways at Cecelia Archer through her goggles, then walked to Candy’s bedside to take a look.
The little girl had fair, delicate skin. Although her forehead was wrapped in gauze and her eyes were closed, you could still tell her features were beautiful. She bore a strong resemblance to Cecelia Archer—the makings of a true beauty even at such a young age.
She couldn’t help but curse inwardly: ’That bitch Cecelia Archer really knows how to have beautiful kids!’
Pretending to examine Candy, she checked the parameters on all the instruments. Then, she lovingly stroked Candy’s hair.
As if deeply concerned for the little one, she stroked her hair several times before turning to look at Annie on the other bed.
The little boy looked to be the same age as Candy. He also had fair, delicate skin, and his features were remarkably defined.
However, he didn’t really look like Cecelia Archer.
Claire Clark stared at him for a while longer, then reached out a tender hand and stroked his hair.
Although Cecelia Archer found the doctor’s behavior a bit strange, her two children were undeniably cute. They were often showered with praise by strangers on the street, so she didn’t think much of it.
Cecelia Archer watched as Claire Clark gently smoothed Annie’s hair a few more times before quietly leaving the ward.
Having obtained hair samples from both children, Claire Clark hurried back to her office, labeled them, and then sent a message to Damien Vaughn.
"Damien, my job is stable now. I just signed my permanent contract. Thank you for your help. Let’s have dinner tonight to celebrate. My treat."
The message was sent, but for a long time, there was no reply.
Normally, she would have let it go, understanding that Damien Vaughn was busy with work.
But today, Claire Clark was desperate to figure out the relationship between those two children and Damien Vaughn. She absolutely had to see him as soon as possible.
Mustering her courage, she went straight to the Vaughn Group headquarters.
In the CEO’s office of the Vaughn Group, Damien Vaughn, filled with a rage he couldn’t vent, was punching a sandbag.
After returning from the hospital, he had locked himself in the private gym inside his office. From running to dumbbells, barbells, and sparring, he had been going at it madly for over two hours.
Beads of sweat rolled from his short, coarse hair, down his high-bridged nose and strong jawline, soaking into his high-quality shirt.
The shirt was already drenched, clinging tightly to his chest and back, revealing the chiseled muscles beneath.
He had been perfectly fine that morning while watching the horse riding. Ryan had no idea where this sudden fury came from. He didn’t want to disturb him, nor did he dare to, but...
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. He rapped on the door.
"President Vaughn, Miss Claire Clark is here."
Damien Vaughn didn’t stop, continuing to furiously pound the sandbag, completely ignoring him.
Ryan hesitated for a moment before mustering his courage to speak again.
"If you don’t want to see her, I can send her away."
BANG! With one last vicious punch, Damien Vaughn stepped aside, letting the sandbag swing in the air. He turned to Ryan, his expression cold and grim.
"What time is it?"
"It’s already four in the afternoon."
"She should be at the hospital at this hour. What is she doing here?"
Ryan didn’t know either, but he guessed it was nothing good.
"Miss Clark just said she had something urgent to discuss with you."
Damien Vaughn’s reaction was the same as Ryan’s.
’What urgent business could she possibly have with me? It’s probably just her family causing trouble again, expecting me to clean up their messes.’
He was sick and tired of her endless demands.
"I’m not seeing her. Tell security on the first floor not to let her in again."
Ryan wanted to do exactly as he was told, but...
"I’m afraid you might have to say that to her yourself. Miss Clark was quite... The front desk tried to stop her, but she started shouting all over the first floor that she’s your girlfriend."
’The nerve! Shouting everywhere that she’s his girlfriend?’
Annoyed, Damien Vaughn ripped off his gloves and threw them on the floor.
"Let her come up."
Soon, the sound of high heels clicking on the floor echoed into the office. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
Claire Clark ran toward him, her face wreathed in smiles.
"Damien, I finally get to see you! Your company’s security is so strict. If I hadn’t said I was your girlfriend, they probably would have never let me up. I had no other choice. I didn’t discuss it with you beforehand. You’re not mad at me, are you?"
In truth, she had wanted to test Damien Vaughn with those words for a long time but had never dared.
If she hadn’t been provoked by Cecelia Archer today, she probably still wouldn’t have dared.
But now that the words were out... she studied Damien Vaughn’s expression and only then noticed his shirt was completely soaked.
"What’s wrong? Why are you sweating so much? Are you not feeling well? Let me take a look."
The damp clothes clung to his tall frame, a sight that was far too tempting.
As Claire Clark spoke, she walked up to him and reached out to touch him, but a cold glare from Damien Vaughn froze her in place.
"Damien..."
"I’m fine. I don’t need you to check. Stay away from me."
Claire Clark was speechless.
Damien Vaughn was as cold to her as a stranger.
"Spit it out. You should be at the hospital at this hour. What do you want?"
