Chapter 280
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But Carson wasn’t so easily moved. His eyes tracked every flicker of Christina’s expression, searching for any chink in her armor, any sign of a lie. Yet, her calm never wavered. Every answer rolled off her tongue with unwavering certainty, leaving him unable to find a single thread to pull loose. Either she was telling the truth, or she was so deep in her own lie that even she believed it. Carson glanced uneasily at the mound of blood-soaked gauze, his anxiety building with every pad. He interrupted, his voice tight. “Miss Jones, how much longer do you plan to keep draining Miss Hubbard’s blood? At this rate—she’s not going to hold out much longer.”
“Almost finished,” Christina replied, not sparing him a glance. Her hands stayed steady as she worked. “Is the ambulance here yet?”
“They’re already outside. As soon as you’re done, we’ll get Miss Hubbard straight to the hospital,” Elliott answered, his tone grave.
“Perfect.” Christina slid her phone from her pocket, tapping quickly. “I’ll let Calvin know to meet you there.”
The moment Christina mentioned calling Calvin, the air seemed to freeze. Every eye in the room snapped to her in disbelief. Had she really just tossed out Calvin’s name like he was at her beck and call? The idea was almost laughable. Word was, not even the most influential dared approach Calvin without showing full respect. No one snapped their fingers and had him waiting like some doctor on standby. So who on earth was this woman, and what leverage did she have over Calvin? If she was bluffing, the truth would unravel the instant they reached the hospital—there’d be no way to keep up the act. And if she dared try and failed, the Hubbard family would make sure she paid dearly for it.
Freddie, watching Christina with an amused glint in his eyes, couldn’t hide his astonishment. “This girl really is something else,” he mused, shaking his head. “She talks about calling Calvin to wait at the hospital like it’s just no big deal.”
Samuel, already making himself comfortable with a steaming cup of coffee, let out a low chuckle. “Doubt anything you want, but I’d never question Dylan’s judgment,” he declared, exuding quiet certainty. By now, he had absolute confidence in Christina’s capabilities.
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Freddie turned, curiosity piqued. “Do you know how she’s connected to Calvin?”
Shaking his head, Samuel replied, “Not exactly. But if she could summon him with one phone call, there’s definitely a story there.”
“I heard she’s the Jones family’s adopted daughter,” Freddie remarked, brows knitting in thought. “I can’t help wondering—have her birth parents ever turned up?”
Samuel arched an eyebrow, smirking. “You thinking of finding them to pay her back for saving your granddaughter?”
Freddie let out a dry laugh. “The thought crossed my mind. But if her diagnosis is true, even that wouldn’t be enough to settle the life-saving debt.”
Samuel drummed his fingers on the porcelain cup, a faint note of warning in his voice. “But what if she has no desire to see her birth parents? Maybe she was left behind for a reason. Tracking down her birth parents could just bring up pain she’s already tried to bury.”
Freddie’s brows drew together, the gravity of Samuel’s words sinking in. “You’re right. That’s not something to take lightly.”
“If you really want to help, you should ask her first,” Samuel said, his tone casual but the advice firm. “Some people don’t want their past to be dug up, no matter how well-intentioned you are.”
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