Her Mysterious Mogul Hubby (Charlotte and Zachary)

Danrique hastily grabbed Francesca. Just when she was about to struggle, he pinned her against the wall. “Listen to me. | can explain—”

Francesca was both emotional and enraged. “What do you want to say? What is there to explain? You went to great lengths to trick me into returning just because you want me to treat another woman? Who is she? Your mistress? How daring of you, Danrique Lindberg! Are you not afraid that I'd kill you?”

“We're in the ward here. If you want to hit or scold me, you can do so as you please back in the bedroom. But right now, please listen to me first, okay?”

“| don't want to listen! | don't want to hear it! Mmph!”

Before Francesca could go off the deep end, Danrique clapped a hand over her mouth and restrained her body. Only then could he start speaking quietly.

“The woman on the hospital bed is known as Charlotte Windt. She's my aunt's daughter and my biological cousin. The Nacht family poisoned her with a deadly poison, and she's hanging on by a thread. | hired other medical teams, but they all failed to cure her. | only sought you out because there's no other recourse. Right now, you're the only one who can save her!”

Pausing for a moment, Danrique added, “As you know, | owe Aunt Isabella a debt of gratitude. She's the person who treats me best in this world, and Charlotte is her only daughter. | must save her, even at the cost of my life. Therefore... | beg you. Please save her. As long as you do so, I'll agree to anything!”

Subsequently, he moved his hand away and looked at her anxiously.

Francesca shot daggers at him, but she no longer clamored as she did earlier, merely walking over for a look at the woman on the hospital bed. She took the latter's pulse and checked her eyes before scrutinizing her countenance.

In the end, she turned and asked, “What did you say her name was?”

“Charlotte Windt. But she's going to change her surname to Lindberg very soon. If she pulls through, | want to restore her identity as a member of the Lindberg family,” Danrique answered.

“Her father is Richard Windt?”

In all honesty, Francesca had also recognized that fact, but she still needed to confirm it further. “How did you know that?” Surprise flooded Danrique.

Francesca's gaze gentled. “I owe her father a debt of gratitude. How could she be your cousin?”

Danrique then explained, “She was born of my aunt and Richard. I'll explain the specifics to you in a while. Take a look at her first and see whether there's hope.”

“The chances are low. She's presently no different from a comatose patient. It'll be exceedingly difficult for her to survive. Besides, even if she does pull through, there'll be sequelae in the future.” Francesca's brows were knitted together tightly.

“She must live. It's imperative that she does, for | owe my aunt that much.” Danrique remained resolved. “Til try my best.”

Putting on a pair of gloves, Francesca opened her needle pouch and took out a silver needle. She jabbed it into Charlotte's neck, only to see that the blood flowing out was black.

“This is a huge undertaking. | need eight quick-witted medical staff to be my assistants. That aside, I'll make a list. Prepare the medicinal herbs and medical equipment for me.”

“I'll have someone make the arrangements right away.”

Danrique instructed Sean to see to it, and Sean immediately left to execute his orders.

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Three days later, when she walked out of the clinic, she collapsed onto the ground. “Francesca!”

Fortunately, Danrique caught her in time and carried her back to the bedroom. Verily, he knew that she was dead on her feet.

He wiped her down before hugging her as she slept.

Lying beside her, he propped a hand against his chin and studied her quietly.

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