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."

hasn't been around much. But from what I've heard, her son seems quite concerned

wouldn't have stayed away for so long after admitting her. That man's nothing but

Jamie continued the conversation, she learned

had publicly and loudly demanded justice for his mother, had only visited her once, on the day she was admitted.

out of bed and often in a semi-conscious state, had no one to look after her. The nurses

a caregiver weeks ago," the nurse explained, exasperated. "I thought Mrs. Lopez might

Mrs. Lopez

glancing at the room with a tinge of pity. "The poor woman's mind isn't as sharp anymore. She spends most of her days muttering her

tightened at the

she stepped into

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

her fists, anger

was no

the old district, claiming to