As Nina Sinclair was about to hit the ground, she quickly grabbed onto a piece of wood to break her fall.
Her descent was too rapid, and her hand was violently injured. In the end, she failed to hold on and crashed heavily onto the ground!
Fortunately, she caught something just in time; otherwise, she could’ve been killed by the fall. However, she felt as if her insides were about to shatter.
When Nina Sinclair regained consciousness, she felt someone lifting her up. Above her was the determined and stern jawline of Julian Lancaster, who was carrying her quickly!
She wanted to ask why he was here when she thought he had left, but her entire body was in pain, making it hard for her to speak. Even breathing was painful.
Julian Lancaster frowned deeply, shoved her into a car, and sped off towards the hospital.
Someone had just witnessed Nina Sinclair’s fall and saw her being carried away, causing them to whisper in shock.
"Oh my God, that girl who paints fell off the scaffold."
"That’s terrifying. I wonder what her condition is."
"The scaffold was so high, she must be seriously injured."
Inside the Zenith Building, Sierra Sinclair walked out. Hearing the murmurs around her, she curled her lips into a malicious smile.
Who told Nina Sinclair to provoke her? Even if she died, it would serve her right!
Julian Lancaster carried Nina Sinclair, rushing toward the emergency room. "Doctor!"
Although Nina Sinclair couldn’t speak, she was still aware. She could sense Julian’s anxiety; his handsome face was tense, and he looked somewhat grim.
A few doctors in white coats quickly rushed over.
"Quick, put the patient on the gurney."
Julian Lancaster carefully placed Nina Sinclair onto the emergency car as the ER doctors began to inquire about her condition.
"What’s the patient’s condition? Where is she injured?"
Julian replied calmly and steadily, "She fell from a scaffold about six meters high. There were wooden planks obstructing her fall, so she didn’t hit the ground directly."
"The patient needs to undergo a full-body CT scan to check for any risks of internal rupture."
Hearing this, Julian seemed to think of something.
He frowned again and added, "She’s pregnant. Wouldn’t a CT scan affect that?"
The doctor paused for a moment and asked, "How many weeks pregnant is she?"
This question stumped Julian. How would he know when Nina Sinclair and Vincent Lancaster started, or how big the child she was carrying was?
Only Nina Sinclair herself could possibly know this.
Lying on the bed, Nina Sinclair heard the conversation between Julian and the doctor, her eyes wide with shock, filled with horror.
Pregnant? Pregnant with what? She’s not pregnant!
The doctor assumed her expression was due to physical discomfort.
He immediately said, "The patient’s condition is serious; a CT scan must be done immediately to check for internal bleeding. However, it will affect the child, and there might be a possibility of terminating the pregnancy."
After saying this, he reassured Julian, "You’re still young. There will be more opportunities for children. The patient’s health comes first."
Julian nodded. "Alright, go for the CT scan."
Nina reached out to tightly grasp Julian’s hand. He looked down at her and reassured her, "Your health is more important. Don’t be stubborn."
The doctor urgently called out, "Nurse! Come and take the patient for the CT scan."
Soon, two nurses came over to wheel Nina Sinclair away. Her hand continued to wave in the air, wanting to plead her innocence.
Damn it, can’t anyone hear her explanation? She’s a maiden with no experience in such matters. Pregnant, my ass! She’s not pregnant!
Unfortunately, no one paid attention to Nina Sinclair as she was directly wheeled into the CT room.
With restrained anger, Julian Lancaster took out his phone and dialed Felix Ford’s number.
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