Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 915

Raeleigh stormed out furiously as Jepherson stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at the door. By the time he dashed out, Raeleigh was already gone. There was only Stuart standing at the door.

Stuart stared at him. What went wrong? Jepherson should have taken care of her. How could he let her leave in the middle of the night?

"Why didn't you stop Raeleigh?" Jepherson yelled as he saw the empty corridor. His face darkened as he glared at Stuart with fury.

Stuart was dumbstruck. That was unfair of him!

"Sir..."

"Go and look for her. It's dangerous for a girl to be by herself in the middle of the night. If something happens to Raeleigh, you're fired." Jepherson walked towards the elevator as he spoke. He pushed the elevator call button repeatedly and immediately stepped in when the doors opened.

Stuart got into the elevator too and they went down to the lobby.

She was nowhere to be seen.

Standing in the hotel lobby, Jepherson glanced at his watch. It was indeed late and it would be dangerous for Raeleigh. Immediately, he sent his men to look for her. However, they still could not locate her.

Raeleigh was headed to the university when she got a call from Scarlette.

"Scarlette, what is it?"

"Raeleigh, where are you? I heard that you left." Jepherson had called to ask Scarlette if she knew where Raeleigh was, so Scarlette had also rushed out to look for Raeleigh.

"I'm in a cab on my way back. You can stay at the hotel tonight. I'll see you at the university tomorrow."

"Raeleigh, where..."

"Don't worry. It's almost light out.

"I'll arrive soon and I'll be sure to take care of myself." Raeleigh said hastily before hanging up. She put away her phone, looked around, and continued walking.

Raeleigh had suffered a lot since she was a child and the dark didn't scare her. In fact, she felt that it was safer for her to walk instead of hailing a cab. Instead of walking under the streetlights, she preferred to walk in the shadows so that no one could see her in the dark.

Raeleigh had seen Jepherson as he rushed out from the hotel lobby looking for her. When she saw him, she had stood still in a corner not too far from the hotel.

When people searched for something, they would most likely head to places that were brightly illuminated as it would be easier to see, and overlook the darker areas.

Raeleigh didn't move until Jepherson and the others started going further to search.

So even if he came back later to the darker areas near the hotel to look for her, she wouldn't be found.

She continued walking for a while. When she was certain that they would not find her, she thought about taking a bus back to the university.

Just as she stopped walking, a black car came into sight. Raeleigh thought it was Jepherson. Instead, she saw Zorion wind down the window.

"Get in," Zorion said, opening the car door and beckoning for Raeleigh to get in.

Raeleigh looked around. She had no other choice but to get into Zorion's car.

After she got into the car, Zorion leaned over to fasten her seatbelt.

"Take me to the university. It's almost dawn, so I'm sure they'll let me in." Raeleigh looked at the time. It would be almost six o'clock by the time she arrived.

Zorion acceded to her request and headed towards the direction of the university.

When they arrived at the hospital, Jepherson got down in a flash and carried Raeleigh out of the car, using a special route to enter the hospital.

Upon their arrival, the nurses dashed over to help Jepherson. Raeleigh was placed on a hospital bed and taken away so that they could run some tests on her.

Half an hour later, the test results were out.

"Pneumonia?" Jepherson repeated, looking at the doctor questioningly.

"The test results showed that Miss Anson's lungs were injured at a young age," the doctor explained.

"Get to the point." Jepherson's face darkened. Scarlette had never seen him so stern.

"We can't determine the exact cause at the moment, but we're sure that her lungs are severely injured. We have to ask Miss Anson about it.

At the moment, we can't eliminate the possibility that this is a result of Miss Anson being exposed to cigarette smoke from a young age. Chances are that she had pneumonia then, but due to certain limitations, she didn't recover completely and her illness persisted."

The doctor explained every detail of her illness so that Jepherson could understand. The more he heard, the more grim he looked.

The doctor continued, "We found a dark spot on Miss Anson's lung. We suspect that it's a scar from her previous lung injury. It's called a calcification.

This calcification can range in size. They are usually no cause for worry, but sometimes they can lead to relapses. It may never happen, or it could happen after ten or twenty years. It's different for everyone."

"What's the worst-case scenario?" Jepherson asked, his gaze as sharp as a knife. The doctor was able to understand the feelings of a patient's family members, so he spoke with extreme caution.

"Cancer."