The Billionaire Husband’s Betrayal novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Leonardo’s POV 

Chapter 24: Leonardo’s POV 

I finish at the doctors with Charlotte feeling successful as they would be doing her surgery in just a few weeks. Charlotte would be walking again. The doctor had promised that. And with that, I’d be able to focus on fixing things with Claire. I get to the car to prepare to assist Charlotte and ready to leave. I check my phone and I see I have a missed call from Claire. She didn’t leave a voicemail 

though. I then see a missed call and a voicemail 

from an unknown number. I listen to the voicemail 

in horror. 

“Hey Leo, um it’s Jordan. I know I’m the last person that should be calling you but I took Claire to the hospital and it’s not looking so good. She’s unconscious right now and I didn’t know who to call. Something bad has happened to her. Give her a call when you get this message.” 

I drop the phone momentarily and scramble to pick it up. I call my driver and give him directions to pick up Charlotte. There was only I could do both and get to Claire in time. 

“Leo, where are you going?” I hear Charlotte ask innocently. She looked confused by my discretion. 

“Claire’s been in an accident. My driver will take you home. I have to go.” I rush to get in my car and turn it on — fumbling the keys as my hands shake. 

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Chapter 24: Leonardo’s POV 

“But Leo, we have so much to celebrate! I wanted to see your family and share the news.” She pouts. 

“I have to get to Claire!” I sound frantic but I am. Clear meant everything to me and she wasn’t okay. How could Charlotte be so selfish in a time like this? 

I felt bad about leaving Charlotte there but Claire needed me and for once, I was going to be there. Something tells me that this time – it was serious. 

I drive at 90 miles per hour and call Claire once I hit the expressway. She doesn’t seem okay and I rush to get to the hospital in time. I might not like Jordan but I am grateful he called me and told me what was going on. My pride was of no contention when it came to the well–being of my wife. 

I drive frantically until reach the hospital, not even bothering to park. I pull over and throw the keys at the standing valet giving my name and run inside. I reach the desk where the nurse would tell me where my wife is. 

“Richardson. Claire Richardson. Where is she?!”