CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Wilfred's gaze turned meaningful. "This friend of yours, he wouldn't happen to be named Ben Lucas and work as a lawyer, would he?" Jamie averted her eyes, feeling caught.

It was awkward to have him guess correctly, but thankfully, Wilfred didn't press further. He simply gave her the advice she needed and added a warning. "Tell Ben to tone down his workaholic tendencies. If he keeps pushing like this, even the best doctors won't be able to save him." After parting ways with Wilfred, Jamie headed to the hospital room.

The patient, Mrs. Lopez, was sixty-five years old.

At her age, suffering from heart disease was highly dangerous. One wrong move could lead to a heart attack, which was why Lucas Corporation had gone to great lengths to ensure her care. They had arranged for the best room and covered her medical expenses. Given these efforts, Jamie couldn't help but feel that the man causing such chaos earlier was unbelievably ungrateful.

"I'm here to see Mrs. Lopez. Has her family come to visit her recently?" Jamie asked the nurse she encountered.

The nurse paused, then assumed Jamie was a caretaker hired by the family. "Oh, you must be the caregiver they finally hired. If that's the case, please contact her family. It's been far too long since they've come by. No matter the situation, it's their mother. Leaving her like this is inexcusable."

Jamie quickly corrected her. "I'm not a caregiver. I'm here to check on her behalf as part of my work."

The nurse looked embarrassed. "Sorry about the mix-up. I assumed you were family."

family hasn't been around much. But from what I've heard,

scoffed, visibly annoyed. "Concerned? If he cared, he wouldn't have stayed away for so

Jamie continued the conversation,

publicly and loudly demanded justice for his mother, had only visited her once,

look after her. The nurses

the nurse explained, exasperated. "I thought Mrs. Lopez might finally get proper care. But no one ever showed

Lopez

room with a tinge of pity. "The poor woman's mind isn't as sharp

tightened at

she

described, Mrs. Lopez lay frail on the bed, murmuring her son's name over and over, her voice a whisper of longing

fists, anger

was no

who had yelled and threatened in the old district,