When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 148 Severing Tes

The next second, Whitney closed her eyes, steeling hersell. Her right foot slipped with ene misstep, and she tumbled down the stairs from the second floor.

“Help! Mts. Whitney fell down the stairs!” a housekeeper screamed in panic.

Matthew had just exited his mom when he heard the housekeeper’s frantic cries. Being the closest, he rushed over immediately.

As Witney tell, her head collided with the railing, leaving her dizzy, the figures in front of her blurring and swaying Matthew barely supported her as seating pain shot up from ber call and wrist Cold seat broke out on her forehead, and her face tumed pale.

“What happened? How did you fall down the stairs? The wedding is in three days! How could you be so careless? What now? Westley’s voice came urgently.

Hearing the commotion, Rebecca hurried over and sneered as she glanced at Whitney, who was leaning against Martha. “You sure know when to pick your moments. Our would think you did this on papote,”

Whitney was too pained to speak, but Matthew quickly responded, “Moin, how could she do it on purpose? Hurry and call for an ambulance!”

At a private hospital, Rachel had just finished her prenatal check–up and walked over to Dainian.

Herface lit up with a sweet smile as she said, “The doctor said the baby is developing well. In two months, we’ll be able to know the gender. Uncle Damian, do you want a boy orapid

at her abdomen and replied, “Take good care of yourself. I don’t

the heir to

worry, I’ll make sure to

medications could influence a baby’s gender, and the earlier the intervention, the more successful

pently. As she gazed at his handsome face, Rachel couldn’t help but feel

almost complete. Will we be able to go public with our relationship soon?” Rachel spoke up, unable to hold

once send that marrying Whitney was part of their future plans, and with the wedding only three days away, his plan would soon be realized. She believed that

Damian’s smile altered as his hand paused on her

finish, Billy quickly approached. “Mr. Howard, Ms. Spencer fell down the stairs and

strode out without a word, not

of the conference room when Dariel, who had been waiting by the

continued walking toward his office. “When

a car for you to go to the hospital now?”

desk and glanced down at the blueprints in front of him. “No need,” he replied

VIP room at Seabourke Hospital. Her right colt was heavily bandaged and raised, while her lett wrist was in a brace.

wrist had a minor fracture. At least a month’s rest

fuel to the fire. “The invitations have already been send out. You really low how to embarrass us.”

you fell down the stairs. Now the wedding can’t happen. How is Dad going to explain this to The Howard family?”