The Heir's Secret Bride

Maeve's eyes. wide open to the extreme, were filled with fear, despair, and a trace of deepening resentment.

It's my child. It grows in my womb and is bound to me by blood, sharing the same lifeline.

What right does Byron have to disregard my wishes and force me to abort my child? What right does he have to do this? A strong sense of resentment surged in Maeve's heart. She then turned and bit hard on a nurse's wrist, pulling with force. Blood instantly spurted from the nurse's wrist, accompanied by her piercing screams. The other doctors and nurses were shocked, and their grip on Maeve loosened. Maeve mustered all her strength and kicked the doctor holding the anesthesia needle right between his legs. Amidst the chaos, she grabbed and threw the nearby medical instruments at them to stop them from grabbing her.

"Crash! Clang!" The surgical tools on the table were scattered all over the floor. Amidst the chaos, Maeve adjusted her clothes and dashed for the window. Before anyone could catch her, she threw caution to the wind and leaped out of the window. "Bang!" There was only a muffled sound. Maeve did not feel the pain she had predicted. She was as if pressing against a soft object, and the object let out a muffled groan.

"Oh my god!" Maeve quickly got up to help the unlucky person on the ground that she hit. "Sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose, Are you alright?"

That person stood up with the support of his hands. Dust stained his traditional clothes, and his face was cold and gloomy.

"Thanks to you; I'm not dead yet," he said.

Maeve looked embarrassed. Fortunately, she had jumped down from the third floor. If it had been higher, the outcome was hard to predict

I'm really sorry. I'm in a hurry to leave this place. If you're alright, I'll make a move first. She feared that Archer would chase after her with his people, so she did not dare to stay.

However, she had just taken a step when her arm was grabbed. Jaylen's gaze was cold. "You think you can just leave after hitting me?"

"I really have an urgent matter, sir, Maeve's eyes darted anxiously. "If you want to seek compensation from me, please go to Eternal Hope, okay? I work there and can't possibly run away. Right now, ed..."

"Ms. Reese can't even remember my voice?" Jaylen asked. Hearing this, Maeve looked puzzled. It was obvious that she had forgotten.

Jaylen's lips twitched, and he saw a group of people rushing over from the corners of his eyes. He grabbed her arm and walked in ae opposite direction.

His car was parked outside. Before those people arrived, Maeve finally left the place smoothly.

She instantly heaved a sigh of relief. Her legs felt weak, and lingering fear filled her when she thought of what had just happened. But halfway through that exhale, she caught sight of the man in the driver's seat and immediately sat up straight. "Sir, thank you so much for your help just now," Maeve thanked him, her posture tense and reserved.

Jaylen looked straight ahead. "Ms. Reese, your memory is really not that good."

Maeve was stunned. "Do you know me

The previous medical bill, together with the compensation for emotional distress this time, how does Ms. Reese plan to pay

for all that?"

Hearing this, Maeve finally recalled. "You're Dr. Chatterly? I'm really sorry about what happened earlier. I didn't expect you to be standing there," Maeve said apologetically. "Whatever compensation you seek, I'll agree"

After all, if he had not acted as a cushion for her, she would probably have a miscarriage on the spot even if she could escape the clutches of those people.

In that situation, she had no choice but to jump; it was better them being pinned down on an operating table and dying without dignity. She would rather choose her way to die.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Jaylen glanced at her. "You don't have to keep addressing me as Dr. Chatterly

"Uh... I thought addressing you this way would be more respectful to you," Maeve responded.

"Really?"

Maeve was at a loss for words, and the conversation died just like that.

Maeve did not look for topics to continue the conversation. It might have been because of the forceful movement when she jumped that she had suffered some impact, she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. She initially wanted to ask Jaylen to take her to the hospital, but then it occurred to her that Byron might have already sent people out looking for her.

If he finds me, will I be as lucky as I am this time and avoid a calamity? But if I don't go to the hospital, who can I ask for help from? Bonnie? No, I can't involve her." Maeve was in a dilemma.

Just as Maeve was hesitating, Jaylen suddenly said, "Your face shows signs of miscarriage."

In traditional medicine, observing, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking were essential. Even without checking one's pulse, a skilled practitioner could often discern specific issues by examining one's facial features When they first met, he had already noticed something wrong with Maeve's health. That was why he had thought she came to him for her health condition.

"Miscarriage?" Maeve's face turned pale. "What should I do now?"

"I can help you," Jaylen said somewhat wearily. "But what can you offer me this time?"

Maeve bit her lips. "What do you want? Money or...

"I'm not short of money."

'If you're short of money, it'll be difficult for me,' Maeve thought.

"Do you always ask for a price from those you help?" Maeve asked, a bit confused. "What if the person can't afford to pay?"