Chapter 457 Similar Appearance
"Imogen Fairfax," Imogen answered calmly, then glanced at her watch, and her expression turned urgent. "I don't have time to chat anymore. I need to go."
"Hold up," Lauren called out. "I don't mean to intrude, but you seem to be in a hurry. We have a car, why don't we give you a ride? It's the least we can do to thank you."
Imogen hesitated for a moment, quickly calculating the time it would take to walk to the hospital. "Alright, thanks."
Once they were in the car, Lauren felt more at ease and started chatting. "Where are you headed? You seem to be in quite a rush."
"I told you, I'm going to the hospital. My son is sick and I need to take care of him."
Imogen finally shifted her gaze from the window and paused slightly as she passed Quentin.
"I thought you were just saying that to make Odette lower her guard. And you don't look like you have a son."
Lauren admired Imogen's skin and figure.
Since giving birth to Matthew, her body hadn't changed much, but her stomach had become softer.
Lauren touched her stomach, feeling a bit dejected.
She thought she was being discreet, but when she turned around, she met Quentin's amused gaze. "Don't worry, it's comfortable to hold."
Lauren's face turned red, like a ripe tomato.
Imogen observed their interaction; her eyelashes lowered, hiding a fleeting calculation.
Although Imogen wasn't very talkative, her eyes always changed when she mentioned her son.
Lauren became interested in Imogen's son.
"What's your son's name? I have a son named Matthew. If they're around the same age, they might get along well."
Lauren showed great enthusiasm, not noticing the unnatural look on Imogen's face.
"My son's name is Elijah. You don't seem very old, so their ages should be similar."
"That's great." Lauren smiled warmly at Imogen, clearly wanting to say more, but Quentin pulled her back. "Alright, calm down. You're going to scare her."
Quentin's reminder made Lauren realize that they were strangers to Imogen, and her sudden enthusiasm might be uncomfortable.
She smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I was a bit too forward."
"It's okay," unexpectedly, Imogen gave her a gentle smile. "It's nice to have someone to talk to. I'm usually quite introverted, so people don't often approach me."
Lauren understood.
Imogen's appearance wasn't aggressive, but her cool demeanor seemed to keep people at a distance.
Lauren didn't mind.
Imogen's willingness to help showed she was a kind person.
Time flew by as they chatted. When they arrived at the hospital, Quentin stayed in the car while Lauren accompanied Imogen inside.
Lauren was surprised to see Imogen heading towards the VIP ward. "Elijah is in the VIP ward?"
"Yeah, why?" Imogen looked puzzled, not understanding Lauren's surprise.
"If Elijah's in the VIP ward, why did you walk to the hospital instead of driving?"
Lauren had assumed Imogen's family might be struggling financially, which made Elijah's VIP ward surprising.
"I just find driving to the hospital a hassle, with parking and all. Walking is easier, and I get to pass by the beach."
They continued talking as they walked, soon reaching the ward.
Imogen opened the door, and the first thing Lauren saw was a little boy on the bed, looking remarkably like Quentin and Matthew.
To an outsider, they might think Matthew and Elijah were twins.
"Mom, you're here."
Elijah looked up at the sound of the door, appearing very well-behaved.
Imogen immediately showed her maternal side. "Yes, how are you feeling today? Did you eat your lunch?"
"I did," Elijah nodded obediently. "I'm feeling much better. The nurse said I might be able to go home tomorrow."
"That's good. By the way, this is a friend I met on the way. Let me introduce you."
Imogen pulled Lauren closer.
Lauren felt a bit flustered facing Elijah. "Hi, I'm Lauren, your mom's friend."
"Hello, I'm Elijah."
Under Elijah's innocent gaze, Lauren couldn't voice her many questions.
Lauren left the ward deep in thought, unsure who to ask for answers.
Imogen noticed her distraction and called her several times without response. "Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell? Do you need to rest?"
Lauren looked up and met Imogen's concerned eyes. She forced a smile. "I'm fine, just a bit shaken. I won't disturb you and Elijah. I'll head back."
"Alright, take care."
The more composed Imogen seemed, the more guilty Lauren felt. Imogen had saved her life, yet she was now doubting her.
Lauren knew her thoughts were wrong, but she couldn't control her emotions, especially after seeing Elijah's striking resemblance to Quentin.
She left almost in a hurry, and Imogen watched her retreating figure, her eyes growing inscrutable.
Elijah, lying on the bed, dropped his innocent expression, his voice turning cold. "Mom, is it her?"
Imogen immediately softened her gaze, turning to stroke Elijah's head with a hint of guilt. "Yes, I'm sorry. I couldn't protect you well."
"Mom, don't say that. If it weren't for you, I'd be dead because of that woman. Don't worry, I'll do what you asked. I'll make her pay for hurting me."
Elijah's eyes showed a frightening obsession and madness, far beyond his young age, with a chilling calmness.
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