After a failed attempt to find her last night, he dejectedly went home with his men to continue the search at dawn.
He drank from the bottle of vodka, then threw the bottle, causing it to crash and scatter all over the room.
"So you turned this way after ruining things for yourself? If you hadn't said those words yesterday, she'd probably be here, walking around lazily with her big belly. But no! You chose to push her to her early grave all in the name of payback. You know, Adams, I thought you had something up here, but this only convinces me that you are empty up there. I thought you would consider the fact that she was pregnant. You should have known pregnant women are bound to have tough days; her battling with me is only based on her mood. Some days she talks calmly and friendly with me, then another day she's angry and pissed with my presence. I couldn't even believe it myself that you could say those mean words to her. Sorry it turned out this way," Vivian patted his shoulder, comforting him.
"Stop messing with my head, Vivian. What game are you playing exactly? One minute you are causing problems for her, and the next, you are being all kind. What exactly do you want?" Adams flared up. "One thing you should know is, I don't hate your fiancé. I'm only jealous of the fate you chose for her over me. I'm doing what any lady in my shoes would do; I just didn't expect you to take your part too far," Vivian shrugged.
"Boss, your phone is ringing." One of his men walked into the room holding his phone. He had left it in the car yesterday and found it while cleaning the car this morning.
"Just take it somewhere else. I'm not in the mood to make a phone call. Just step aside." Vivian scoffed and walked out of the room.
"Boss, are you sure you want me to take the phone somewhere else? It's a call from the hospital." His eyes widened at the mention of the hospital. He quickly took the phone.
"Hello, am I on the phone with Mr. Winthrop?" the hospital receptionist spoke from the phone.
"Yes, how may I help you?" The hospital receptionist chuckled, loud enough for his man, who was standing quite afar, to hear. "Rude! As expected. So you have made up your mind to abandon your wife at the hospital; that's why you refused to take my calls all through the night, isn't it?" The receptionist asked further.
"Hospital? How come?" Adams stood up from his seat.
"She was brought in last night," the lady replied, pissed by his questions. The receptionist was expecting him to impatiently ask 'which hospital?' or anything of that sort, not to interview her on the phone.
"What happened? Is she okay?" Adams asked impatiently, getting the receptionist even more annoyed.
"I'm a hospital receptionist, not a newscaster. Just come over to the hospital and see for yourself. Before I forget, City Hospital, yeah, come there since you couldn't even ask which hospital. Silly ass!" The lady blurted and ended the call.
Adams balled his fists angrily. The receptionist told him quite a lot, and he's definitely going to skin her for all the insults she fed him. He immediately rushed out of the room, and then his aide followed.
"Where are you headed? Why the hurry?" Vivian blocked his path.
"I'm not in the mood, Vivian. I've had enough of your creepiness already. Just step aside." He pushed her out of the way, almost pushing her down.
"Odd!" She hissed loudly.
CITY HOSPITAL
Adams rushed in with a dozen of his men streaming behind him, causing the people around to move back fearfully.
"Over here, Mr. Man," the receptionist waved at them. The girls around drooled and made silly comments, but he turned a deaf ear to them. Adams, being a popular figure, would even be recognized by a year-old kid, so obviously, the receptionist knew him well enough but still chose to mess with him. It was obvious the receptionist was trying to get his attention, but funny enough, he wasn't letting her get even the slightest of it; her nerves were daring, and Adams would definitely not let her slide.
"Where's my wife?" Adams questioned, glaring daggers at the receptionist without saying a word to her, and as expected, the receptionist kept making funny faces at him, but he chose to ignore her. He would deal with her, but definitely not now, not when he's not sure if his wife and unborn child are still alive; he should ignore.
She handed him the necessary documents. "Hit by a car? How come? Don't tell me she wanted to kill herself," Adams muttered to himself after going through the documents. "Room 305, the nurses are currently attending to her."
"Or what else were they supposed to be doing?" Another one of his men commented rudely. Adams walked away in search of the room while his men stayed behind, possibly to shake the receptionist a little bit.
"So it was you? You are the so-called receptionist who had the guts to talk trash to the boss? Not now, but you will definitely hear from me," his man, who was present when he made the call, threatened, but she only chuckled.
"Your boss should do his worst. What's wrong with what I said? Why would you want to shut me up when I'm telling the truth? He definitely left my cousin in the hospital; why can't I complain?" she shot back rudely. How can someone be this rude? How did she even manage to get into a hospital with her lousy attitude?
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Adams stared at the sleeping Anna for one last time before turning to face the doctor. "How is she? When will she wake up?" he asked the doctor.
"Let's talk in my office." The doctor walked out while Adams followed.
**
"Mr. Winthrop, I'm still wondering why you allowed your pregnant wife to go out alone at that time of the night, or are you not aware she's pregnant?" the doctor asked.
"I can't explain what exactly happened, but it's all my fault. Doctor, tell me, is she okay?" Adams curiously asked.
"She's fine, but the baby... I'm sorry we couldn't..."