CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery novel Chapter 1122

Lydia lifted her head and said calmly, "If you think that’s the case, then show me the evidence. If you don’t have any, don’t go around making baseless accusations."

Quincy didn’t respond. He thought to himself, "Evidence? It’s just a matter of time."

Meanwhile, over on Orion's side, the carnival was bustling with people. Orion’s eyes were glued to a stall selling candy floss.

"I want the biggest one!" he exclaimed. His face flushed with excitement from all the playing.

Pharaoh handed over the money and gently advised Orion to eat slowly as he passed him the candy floss. As Orion took the treat, Pharaoh watched him with a fond smile.

Orion took a bite and said, "Grandpa, this is so sweet! You should try some."

"Grandpa doesn’t need, you go ahead and eat. If you like it, have more," Pharaoh chuckled. Orion nodded and ate.

Just as he was about to take a third bite, his body suddenly stiffened. "Grandpa, I don’t feel well…" Before he could finish his sentence, he collapsed.

"Orion, what’s wrong?" Pharaoh quickly bent down to pick him up.

People nearby gathered around. Someone suggested, "Quick, take him to the hospital! Does anyone have a phone to call for help?"

"My car is right over there. Let's go," offered a good Samaritan. The crowd helped Pharaoh get into the car and they rushed to the hospital.

Orion's face was pale, but strangely, his breathing was steady. It was hard to tell if something was seriously wrong or if it was just nothing. His face was so ghostly white that it left everyone on edge.

Once they arrived at the emergency room, Pharaoh called Nina to come immediately. He then sat outside, his mind racing with worry. His grandson was inside. Any harm to him would be unforgivable.

Pharaoh blamed the candy floss and was consumed with guilt.

It wasn’t long before Nina and Nash arrived. From a distance, Nina shouted, "Dad, what happened to Orion?"

Pharaoh stood up, sighing heavily. "I gave him some candy floss, and then he just passed out. It’s my fault. I didn’t take good care of him."

"Dad, don’t blame yourself. You didn’t know there was anything wrong with the candy floss," Nina reassured him, her eyes fixed anxiously on the emergency room doors.

The doors swung open and the doctor emerged, looking serious. The three of them immediately rushed over.

"Doctor, what’s wrong with my son?" Nina asked.

"Doctor, how is my grandson?" Pharaoh echoed.

The doctor frowned and said gravely, "There's an unknown substance in his system. We need to conduct further tests to determine what it is. For now, he’ll need to stay in the hospital overnight. Please come back tomorrow morning for more details."

Nina nearly fainted from the shock.

"Doctor, he only had a bite of candy floss. I still have it with me. Should we test it?" Pharaoh offered the candy floss to the doctor.

The doctor shook his head. "It's unlikely the candy floss caused this. For now, just take him to his room."

The three of them, still reeling from the news, followed the nurse to the room. They sat silently, watching over Orion as he lay unconscious in the hospital bed.

Nash checked the time, patted Nina on the shoulder, and then approached Pharaoh. "Dad, why don’t you head home for now? I’ll have someone bring you back first thing in the morning."

"You both go home. I’m staying here with my grandson. I want him to see me when he wakes up," Pharaoh insisted, pulling up a chair beside the bed.

Nash looked at Nina, about to say something, but she shook her head. "I’m staying too. I’ll stay here with Orion."

Just then, a nurse came in to take blood samples.

Seeing all the little vials, Orion asked, "I thought you said there wasn’t anything seriously wrong? Why do they need to take so much blood?"

"The doctor just wants to be thorough and check if you’ve been eating any junk food. The blood test will show us. Have you been eating on time?" The nurse helped ease his concerns.

Orion responded seriously, "I’ve been eating on time and haven’t had any junk food. You can check. I’m sure it’s fine."

"That’s good to hear. There might be a little sting, but don’t be scared, okay?"

To be safe, the nurse had Nina hold Orion while she drew the blood.

Just then, Nash’s phone rang. He stepped out to answer it.

"Who’s this?"

"You don’t need to know who I am, Nash. You just need to know what’s happening to your son."

Nash frowned, his tone turning threatening, "What did you do to my son? Tell me now, or when I find you, you’ll wish you were never born."

The caller laughed darkly. "Wish I was never born? I think it’s your son who should be worried. I bet the doctors can’t figure out what’s wrong with him, can they?"

"Who are you? What do you want?" Nash was thrown off balance, feeling like he was being toyed with.

The caller just laughed again without answering.

Furious, Nash quickly sent a message to Quincy, instructing him to track down the phone number.