Chapter 972

He glanced back at Claire. Seeing her walk to the side of the road as if nothing had happened, he told Madeline, “I’m on my way!”

The driver asked, “Should I stop?”

“No, head straight to The Vista Gardens.”

The Vista Gardens was Madeline’s current residence, arranged by Felix.

He paused and added, “Dispatch another car to pick her up.”

The driver agreed, called a colleague, and gave the location.

He then drove purposefully toward The Vista Gardens.

To avoid blocking traffic, Claire endured the stinging pain of her scrapes and limped to the sidewalk.

Under the dim glow of the streetlights, she checked her knee.

A large patch of skin was scraped off.

In the past, she probably wouldn’t have cared.

After all, this minor injury was nothing compared to the abuse she suffered at the hands of her ruthless aunt and uncle.

But now, she was an actress. Any flaw could impact her work, so she needed to get to a hospital quickly.

However, it was hard to catch a cab on this side; she needed to cross the street.

When Claire stood up, another red light turned on.

She had to wait at the intersection.

At that moment, a black Bentley stopped in the third lane at the red light.

Wilbur had drunk quite a bit at a dinner party that night. Feeling a bit dizzy, he rolled down the window for some fresh air.

He didn’t expect to meet a familiar figure the moment he looked up.

The next second, he suddenly opened the door, got out, strode across two lanes, and walked up to Claire.

He originally wanted to ask why she was standing at an intersection alone so late at night.

But seeing the large wound on her knee where she rolled up her pant leg, his heart tightened. “How did you get hurt?”

Wilbur’s sudden voice startled Claire.

She took a step back.

But the movement tugged at her wound, and the pain almost made Her

er balance.

Wilbur reacted quickly, stepping forward to catch her.

Claire grimaced in pain, completely losing the elegant poise of a female celebrity.

Without waiting for her answer, Wilbur simply bent down and

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The moment she lost gravity, Claire was stunned. “What are you doing?”

“We’re going to the hospital to treat that,” Wilbur’s tone brokered no argument.

Claire didn’t even have a chance to refuse before he put her in his car.

The car rerouted to the nearest hospital.

She was registered for the ER.

The doctor asked how she got hurt, and she mumbled that she fell jumping from a

car.

Wilbur’s expression instantly darkened.

Ignoring Claire’s protests, he immediately ordered a whole battery of tests.

Claire was exhausted.

“I’m sure it’s just a scrape. The car was just starting…”

Her voice grew weaker under Wilbur’s intense gaze.

Finally, like a puppet, she accepted all the tests Wilbur arranged.

The results were exactly as she said—just scrapes.

But Wilbur’s expression visibly improved.

It was past midnight when they left the hospital.

Wilbur drove her to her hotel.

Claire was just about to thank him when Wilbur got out of the car himself.

She paused. “I’m fine now. You don’t have to walk r

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theme up. I can walk

my own. Besides, the hotel has staff,

they can help me.

Wilbur raised his eyes, staring at her intently with his predatory gaze.

A moment later, he said, “I’m staying here too.”

Claire was speechless.