The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 974

Having the top doc in the hospital on board was really reassuring. But now, Chloe’s involvement was like a punch to the gut.

Who knew what this woman, who probably wouldn’t mind seeing Ivan dead, was up to?

In the operating room, Chloe sat in her wheelchair, her face as cold as ice.

I’m Damon’s fiancée, you guys know that, right?”

The doctors just looked at her, their faces hidden behind masks and caps, their eyes full of caution. They had a feeling that this woman’s sudden request to enter the ER wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

“You’re not going to ask us to remove an organ from him, are you? That’s illegal…”

Chloe gave a small smile. 7 know. But that’s a good suggestion. Or maybe, we could.

Her gaze drifted towards Ivan’s lower abdomen.

The doctors tensed up. This woman… But as a woman who was almost raped, it was understandable that she had such thoughts.

Chloe suddenly laughed. T’m just kidding. After all, he’s Percy’s son, how could I cut off their family line?”

The doctors let out a sigh of relief.

Chloe looked at Ivan coldly. “I won’t let his body lack anything.”

The doctors felt something was off but couldn’t put their finger on it.

Chloe just rubbed her wrist and asked, “Time to pull the knife?”

“You… You’re really going to do it yourself?”

“Yes Let me.”

the operating table and picked up the scalpel. The doctors were on pins and needles, their eyes glued to her hand holding the

suddenly pulls out the scalpel with a “pfft” sound. Blood

They could tell this woman didn’t want Ivan dead. Her hand was very steady when the knife went in, but when it left the tissues, she deliberately moved the knife aside, making the surface

the operating table,

help but take another look at Chloe

not hitting

the blood flow

ER doors swung open, Freya and Percy rush forward.

anxiously asked, “Doctor, how’s

uncomfortable with the sudden crowd. “He… is not in grave

his face pale: Freya and Percy breathed

patient needs rest, please

away, Chloe came out in

up to her, checked her over to make sure she was unharmed, then

held up the clean fruit knife and smiled

have been hurt

lifted her up. “Let’s go home, you

wheelchair. I’m not tired.

exit. Just then, Wendy called out to them, “Damon,

turned

their way looking at Chloe in

have built up over my twenty-some years and become habits. I cant change overnight. So I

of danger, and you’re here talking to me about

clenched her fists

“Are you trying

Wendy stayed le

That

you for what?