Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena's eyes were wide with terror, her face as pale as a ghost, and her lips completely devoid of color. In a panic, she didn't spare a thought for Rebecca, the one who started all this chaos. With a voice barely above a whisper, she begged the man next to her, "Please, The man, just as panicked, didn't waste a second. He gently scooped Selena up, placed her in the car, and the driver slammed the pedal to the floor, racing towards the nearest hospital.

get me to the hospital, hurry, my stomach... it hurts so much..."

Barely conscious, Selena was quickly lifted onto a stretcher and rushed into the emergency room. The doctor swiftly began his examination, and from the get-go, it was clear: she was pregnant and at risk of losing the baby.

Selena vaguely heard the doctor's gentle voice, "Miss, can you hear me? What's your name? You're showing signs of a miscarriage; we need to contact your family."

Without a phone or any way to prove her identity, Selena struggled to open her eyes. Her family... she couldn't let them know about this.

Even though she desperately tried to speak, her voice wouldn't cooperate, leaving only her lips moving silently. The doctor, unaware, continued pressing for information.

"No, don't tell anyone."

hospital's VVIP ward? She visits him often, and she's so striking, I remember her!" Once the doctor knew who she was, he relaxed a bit, only to tense up again almost immediately. Mrs. Bennett was a VIP, and if anything happened to her or the child, Mr. Everett would hold him responsible. His job could

nurse to quickly get Everett's contact number

his phone, carefully entering each number before hitting call. After several rings,

Hospital's Emergency Center. Your wife was in

stopped. She couldn't let the doctor mention her pregnancy to Everett. Driven by a fierce instinct to

floor with a clatter, leaving the doctor

tell him about the baby..."

that, her energy drained away, and she slumped back onto the

your family about your condition, or we can't be held liable

shouted, "Doctor,

sweat and out of options, reached for the phone to continue the

a crisp white