The Promise Of Happiness

Chapter 950

“You won't get anywhere in life if you don't go the extra mile.” Natalie's lips curled as though she felt no pain. “Desperate times call for desperate measures, you know? But whatever I'm dealing with now, I'm going to return one day.”

Yandel tried to stop the bleeding, only to have Natalie evade him. “Don't touch me, Yandel. Let the doctors take care of this when I get to the hospital.”

The man gritted his teeth while staring at the calm yet demonic woman. “You lunatic. You're an absolute lunatic!”

Natalie merely laughed.

He's right. I really am a lunatic, but this is the only way out now.

“Maybe I'm not even sustaining enough injuries, Yandel. Let me go to Yvette's ward in the midst of this commotion,” Natalie remarked slowly. “Get Lia to put the blame on you later. But first, I need you to distract the security guards. Buy me as much time as you can.”

The woman was willing to go this far.

Despite knowing the consequences, Yandel and Lia nodded.

After the three had come to an agreement, Lia stood among the crowd and raised her voice. “You're the CEO of Dream! Yvette's allergic reaction surely has something to do with your company! You'd better explain yourself, or we're not letting you go!”

Thanks to that, everyone's gazes shifted to Yandel.

All the people who had come were naturally Yvette's diehard fans, and they glared at Yandel as though he was their arch-nemesis.

Yandel felt a chill run down his spine, but at the thought of needing to help Natalie buy some time, he stood in place. “This is all a misunderstanding! We're still looking into what caused Yvette's condition and are awaiting the results!”

Yandel was speaking the truth, but at this point, the fans were not having it.

They charged toward him at once, hurling their bouquets and banners in his direction.

Security immediately swooped in to control the crowd.

With the guards distracted, Natalie limped her way to the hospital entrance.

“My... My leg's been hurt...” she said to the medical personnel pleadingly.

Given that she had made no attempt to stop the bleeding, crimson droplets could be seen trickling down her ankle.

The doctor could not see any wound but was alarmed by the flowing blood.

“This is an emergency! I'll call a nurse right away!” he exclaimed while picking up the phone.

“It's fine, Doctor.” Natalie hurriedly grabbed the phone. “Please make an appointment for me. I'll head in myself.”

No. I can't have a medical staff following me, or I won't be able to get close to Yvette at all.

“What do you mean it's fine? You're losing so much blood!” the doctor uttered.

“I-I'm fine, really. I—”

Just then, a man's voice rang out from behind her.

“We're a little short-handed now. Let me carry her upstairs.” The man wore a white robe, a face mask, and a pair of safety goggles.

He had covered himself up so well that apart from his nametag, there was no other way of telling what he looked like.

The doctor at the reception desk stilled briefly as he wondered who this man was, but he nodded after seeing the latter's tag. “All right, Dr. Lindberg. I'll leave it to you.”

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The next second, the man bent over and gently lifted Natalie up.

By the time Natalie returned to her senses, she was already on the man's back and could only wrap her arms around his waist so as to not fall off.

What should I do?

Just as she wondered how to shake this man off and get to Yvette's ward, the man suddenly said to her, “Natalie, it's me.”

He spoke with a voice so hoarse that it sounded as though his throat had been damaged by fire.

Among all the people Natalie knew, there was only one person who sounded like this.

“X-Xander?” she asked in disbelief.