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Chapter 417
It should have been prepared by the gentle nurse who spoke just now.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the phone on the bedside table and immediately sat up.
The phone must have been brought back by Caden.
What did he do again?
Beatrice opened her phone and, to her surprise, Caden did not touch her phone.
At that moment, she couldn’t fathom Caden’s thoughts.
But she had more important things to do now.
If she really wanted to report to the police, she would definitely have to get her injuries examined. She would have to go and ask what was missing from her medical report.
After getting out of bed, Beatrice just stood up and her legs immediately felt weak, as if stepping on cotton.
She gritted her teeth and walked step by step towards the doctor’s office.
Halfway through, the office door was suddenly forcefully pushed open by someone.
Brend rushed out of the phone and exclaimed, “Are you trying to get yourself killed? What a mess!”
Because he was in a hurry, he ran past Beatrice without noticing her.
Beatrice looked at his back and thought of the person who had escaped from the changing room, like… and yet not quite like.
Могил
Just now, Caden smashed all of Brend’s masks and bumped into so many cabinets. Why does he now look completely unaffected, as if nothing happened?
And why did Caden still trust Brend so much, even though he knew about Brend and Madelynn’s affair?
Various doubts lingered in Beatrice’s mind.
She ignored her weak body and leaned against the wall to keep up with Brend’s footsteps.
Brend entered the Emergency Center.
Beatrice stood outside the half–opened door, sneakily peering inside.
There was a row of beds, with different people lying on them.
Brend walked up to the middle bed and forcefully pulled open the bed curtain.
Looking at the person on the bed, he burst out cursing, “Are you out of your mind? You actually went to the remote mountains for a car race!”
Racing?
Beatrice felt a sudden panic in her chest.
But Brend’s position blocked the person on the bed, and he couldn’t see anything.
The nurse quickly grabbed Brend’s arm.
“Brend, calm down. Brenton also has hobbies, you know. He was wearing protective gear, so apart from a slight fracture and some serious injuries on his face, the rest of his body only has minor abrasions.”
Hearing that there was no big issue, Brend visibly breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the person on the bed with his hand.
“Get up, I’ll take care of the wounds on your face.”
As soon as the words fell, a disheveled figure sat up on the bed.
Crossing his legs, one hand resting on his knee, he revealed the eye–catching watch on his wrist.
At this moment, Brend reached for the medicine, revealing the appearance of the watch’s owner to Beatrice.
She widened her eyes in disbelief.
Two… Brend!
