Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 210

Lysander's expression changed in an instant as he sprang up from the bed.

Without bothering to change out of his pajamas, he grabbed a long black overcoat from the hanger and threw it over himself before heading out.

"How is she now? Did you call an ambulance?"

Under his insistent questioning, Mrs. Harvey finally gathered her wits. Through her sobs, she managed to tell him the hospital's name, interrupted the chatter on the other end, instructed them to take care of Adrian, and reassured them that she would personally go to see her, calming them down before hanging up.

Zipping up his coat, he quickly called the butler to arrange for a car, then headed straight for the driveway.

His sudden decision to leave, especially to go to the hospital, was promptly reported to Conrad by the butler.

By the time Conrad hurried to the driveway, the car and driver were ready, and Lysander was about to get in.

"Stop right there!" Conrad shouted.

straightening up to face him.

having grasped the situation from the butler, was visibly upset. "Are you a doctor? What good will it do for you

have to see

effort to mend your relationship. Now you're rushing off in the middle of the night to

Lysander remained silent.

spoke with a deep, controlled calmness, "Dad, you know I

anger. "Have you considered the rumors spreading like wildfire about you and Giselle? Apart from

here alone. What will people think of her? How will she cope?

sense!" he bellowed, the words

the center of the driveway, his handsome face hidden in the shadows, expression unreadable. After a long silence, his voice drifted

got into

sped through the night, exiting through the automatic wrought-iron gates, headed towards

into the distance, Conrad stamped his foot in frustration. "What

At Metropolitan Hospital.