The CEO'S Chubby Contract Wife
“Please—even if not because of me—come back for Lillian. She is really sick, currently admitted in the hospital. She doesn’t talk to anyone but keeps calling your name. —Lucian.”
My hands went cold. My chest tightened.
Lillian… sick?
Before I could process the message, my phone rang. Zane.
I quickly answered. “Hello—?”
“I will send you a hospital location,” he said, his tone quiet but firm. “She’s been in the hospital more than a month. It’s serious, Lyra. Please go.”
Then he hung up.
Seconds later, the message came through.
Hassy International Hospital.
I didn’t think—I just acted. Tossed the book in my bag, dashed to the gate, and waved down a taxi.