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"Ella..." Collins Aiden's eyes narrowed as he noticed the off color on her face.
Her bewildered eyes looked as though she had no idea who the person in front of her was.
He was all too familiar with this feeling.
Struck by lightning, Collins Aiden froze on the spot.
Circling the dining table, he scooped her up, dashed out of the apartment, and headed straight for the hospital.
On the way there, facing Ella Jackson's distressing babble, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightened more and more, almost crushing it.
He floored the accelerator, and the sports car shot out like an arrow released from its bow.
"Swoosh—" The moment the car arrived at the hospital, Collins Aiden instantly unbuckled his seatbelt, rushed to the co-pilot side, yanked open the car door, lifted the nearly unconscious Ella, and ran into the hospital.
"Save her! I want her to be without a single problem!" Collins Aiden burst into the VIP Consultation Room, grabbed the doctor, and roared abruptly.
