Claire Truman hit her head, and she groaned in pain.
Ronan Keating walked over with a grim expression, looking at Claire Truman and asking, "Claire, are you all right?"
"Ronan, my head hurts so much." Claire Truman weakly held her head.
Tristan Keating observed the miserable condition of the two, his expression darkening with displeasure, and his lips formed a cold arc.
"Ronan, what’s going on? You should take Claire to the hospital immediately."
Ronan Keating glanced at Yvette Ray, then stepped forward to lift Claire Truman in his arms, walking towards the exit.
Yvette Ray felt a chill spread through her body.
It seemed like the child in her womb was gone. She desperately wanted to go to the hospital for a checkup, but no one would take her.
And Ronan Keating left with Claire Truman in his arms, not sparing her a single glance, as if indifferent to her life or death.
"Ronan Keating." Yvette Ray called out to him.
Now, the only person she could turn to was Ronan Keating; she couldn’t lose this child.
Ronan Keating paused his steps, turned, and glanced at Yvette Ray.
On the surface, she didn’t seem to be in distress, whereas the bleeding head injury of Claire Truman appeared more severe.
"My stomach hurts so much, please, take me to the hospital, I need to go to the hospital."
Claire Truman buried her face in Ronan Keating’s chest, weakly saying, "Ronan, my head hurts a lot. Yvette doesn’t seem to be hurt, she must be faking it."
Ronan Keating’s thin lips pressed together as he said, "Stay here and don’t go anywhere."
After saying this, Ronan Keating left with Claire Truman.
Yvette Ray gave a bitter laugh, what was she hoping for!
Ronan Keating was no longer the Ronan Keating of the past, the beloved man in her memory was already gone.
She had served time in prison for him, endured years of grievances, it was enough, she owed Ronan Keating nothing.
But what about Moira Ray?
Yvette Ray lay there like she was dead, without so much as a sympathetic glance from Tristan Keating, who turned around and left, unconcerned about whether she was injured.
In his eyes, Yvette Ray was as insignificant as an ant, unworthy of his attention, merely a fleeting toy for his son, with ulterior motives.
Yvette Ray held her stomach, curling up her body.
Her stomach hurt so much...
With every movement, Yvette Ray felt a gush of warmth, and when she reached down to touch, she indeed felt blood. Panic surged through her heart.
Could all the effort she put in have gone in vain?
Yvette Ray summoned a bit of strength, supporting herself, she crawled with all her might towards the living room where there was a phone.
By the time Yvette Ray reached it, she was out of strength, her face alarmingly pale.
Her hands trembling, she dialed Eleanor Sterling’s number.
"Eleanor, save me, the child is gone..." Yvette Ray cried and begged for help.
"Yvette? Where are you? I’ll come over right away!"
"I’m at... the Keating Family’s place."
After Yvette Ray finished speaking, she completely passed out.
Eleanor Sterling was far away in Aethelgard, unable to quench the fire of urgency. She had no choice but to ask Alaric Faulkner for help.
After all, she had no connections in Country K.
Eleanor Sterling dialed Alaric Faulkner’s number, and as soon as it connected, she urgently said, "Alaric Faulkner, do you know anyone in Country K? Hurry to the Keating Family and save Yvette Ray!
I’ll book a flight to Country K right away; I must bring Yvette back."
As she spoke, she was already heading out.
"Don’t worry, wait for me at the dorm, I’ll be over immediately, I’ll arrange everything."
Eleanor Sterling was originally overwhelmed with anxiety, but hearing Alaric Faulkner’s words calmed her as if she had been soothed.
Alaric Faulkner made her feel like everything was possible, and with him, she could be completely at ease. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel-fire.net
Before long, Alaric Faulkner had taken care of everything.
Because of his collaboration with Ronan Keating, he had a laboratory in Country K with many of his own people.
He instructed Ethan Finch, the person in charge of the laboratory, to rescue Yvette Ray and then arranged a private flight, as he and Eleanor Sterling rushed to Country K.