Chapter 123 Police at the Door
Darian unbuttoned Cecily's coat to reveal a shirt underneath.
"Go ahead and examine her," said Darian, straightening up.
"Alright, alright," the doctor said as he fitted the stethoscope and was about to examine Cecily. However, when he saw the slightly opened shirt, he paused for a second.
It was acceptable, though.
The doctor then proceeded to examine Cecily...
Meanwhile, Darian's phone rang. He glanced at it and answered the call.
"Darian, where are you? Come out..."
"I'm at the hospital, I'm busy."
Darian didn't wait for Declan to finish. He simply declined.
"The hospital?" Declan put away his teasing tone and became serious, "Darian, are you sick?"
"It's not me."
"Then who is it? Rowan?"
"Cecily."
"Huh? Aren’t you two..." at a cold war
Before he could finish, someone snatched the phone away.
Hayden covered Declan's mouth and asked with a smile, "Darian, is yourwife serious? Which hospital are you at? Do you need us to come over?"
"Are you two idle?"
"Kind of."
"Do me a favor." Darian looked over at Cecily lying on the hospital bed, "Check who booked room 406 at the Grandeur Hotel, and review the security footage."
"Check a hotel?" Hayden raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the prospect of drama that night, regretting that they had missed it.
"Yeah."
The night wasn’t as simple as it seemed.
Darian had been frantic searching for Cecily, worried something had happened to her and hadn't had time to look into it. Now thinking back to Ophelia's cocksure reaction, it seemed likely that things weren't straightforward.
"Text me the results, gotta go."
"Hey, don’t hang up yet, you didn’t tell me which hospital... Hey? Hey! Damn, he hung up so fast."
Hayden handed the phone back to Declan.
Declan raised an eyebrow, "Why are you calling Cecily his wife again?"
Hayden, a look of amusement in his eyes, curled his lip into a smile, "He didn't argue, it’s only a matter of time."
"They argue every other day, a small fight every two days, a big one every three. You think it’s only a matter of time?"
Declan felt that it was rare for the two of them to meet without getting into an argument.
"You don't know anything. You want to bet they'll be together soon?"
"You’re the one who knows nothing. So, tell me, how soon is 'soon'? One year, two years, or ten?"
Hayden lifted his glass with an inscrutable expression and took a sip. "Guess for yourself."
"Pssh."
...
After completing the checkup, the doctor looked at Darian with a strange glance.
Darian's face darkened. "Is it serious?"
"No, no," the doctor quickly shook his head. "It's just a fever and low blood sugar."
Yeah, just a fever and low blood sugar.
The doctor remembered the man's anxious expression from just before and thought the woman had some terminal disease.
"Fever? Low blood sugar?"
"Yes, nothing serious. She'll be fine after taking some fever-reducing medication and getting an IV. No need to worry so much."
"Alright."
The doctor prescribed medication, and the nurse went to prepare it.
Darian sat beside the woman's bed, watching her weary face with a flash of pity in his eyes, but the feeling was fleeting, vanishing before he could fully grasp it.
Two hours later.
Although Darian hadn't shared the hospital address with the two men, they managed to find it on their own and came over.
Upon reaching the hospital room, they saw Cecily lying in bed, an IV drip in her arm, with Darian sitting next to her, looking deeply concerned.
Hayden and Declan peeked inside, then pulled their heads back.
Could Cecily... have a terminal illness?
Just then, a nurse walked by, and Declan quickly stopped her. "What's going on in there? What's the patient got? Is it serious?"
The nurse glanced at the direction of the room and answered, "It's not serious, just a fever of 102.2°F."
"Fever? That's it?" Declan asked again.
"A bit of low blood sugar too."
Declan looked confused. 'So Cecily just has a fever, and Darian is this worked up? Anyone will think she had a terminal disease.'
"Okay, thanks."
Hayden, with a knowing smile, patted Declan on the shoulder. "See what I mean?"
"What?"
"Man, you're clueless. I wouldn't be surprised if you never find a wife."
"Dammit, Hayden, that's a low blow!"
Bantering back and forth, they walked into the hospital room.
"Darian."
"Did you find out?" Darian lifted his head and gave Hayden a cursory glace.
"Mm, found it, the hotel room check-in record has been tampered with. The person who checked in is irrelevant to tonight's events. Additionally, the surveillance on that floor was broken, nothing was captured, but the elevator cameras recorded Elysia leading Cecily to the hotel."
Hayden leaned against the nearby wall, continuing at a leisurely pace, "I also learned that someone called the cops on that room for an illicit affair, and it was Elysia who got busted, still at the station now."
Darian's expression grew increasingly grim.
Even a fool could tell what was going on here.
"Who owns the hotel?" Darian asked.
"Tristan Flores."
Ophelia's father.
Hayden crossed his arms and smiled faintly, "The Grandeur Hotel is part of the Flores Group's holdings, just not sure if this incident has anything to do with Miss Flores."
A look of understanding flashed in Darian's dark eyes.
"Got it."
At that moment, Darian's phone rang. It was Rowan calling, and Darian pinched the bridge of his nose.
So much had happened tonight; he hadn't yet had the chance to pick up the little guy.
"Hello?"
"Daddy, did you find mommy?"
"Mm, I found her. You're going to stay at your mommy's place tonight, and I'll come get you in the morning."
"Daddy, there are police officers at the door. They say they're going to take mommy to the station for questioning."
Darian’s brow tightened, and after a moment of thought, he understood, "Alright, stay at home, I will handle it."
"Okay, Daddy."
After hanging up, Darian immediately made another call, and once finished, he stood up with an air of bone-chilling resolve, "Keep an eye on things here. I've got to step out."
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