The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 1006

I quickly left the room after saying that.

In the living room, the man who brought us in yesterday was on duty as usual.

When he saw me, he said the same thing, "Please return to your room, Ms. Lane.”

"I need to see Jordan."

"Mr. Fredericks will be here shortly. Please wait in your room."

I frowned. "Can I call him?"

I knew Jordan would come sooner or later, but I wanted him to get a doctor before coming here so Shannon and the girls could have their operation.

I did not know what was inside their body and whether it would threaten their lives, hence they needed to have the surgery quickly.

The man looked indifferently at me, rejecting me just a s I had expected. "You can tell Mr. Fredericks whatever you have to tell him when he comes over, M s. Lane. Please don't make things difficult for me."

Neither soft nor hard approaches worked on him. I had no more ideas.

If that was the case, I could only wait for Jordan to

come over.

I waited on the second floor so I would know immediately when he had returned.

I waited until the afternoon and bolted downstairs. When he walked in, I quickly stopped him and said, "M r. Fredericks, my friends had surgery at Milan’s place and are doing poorly right now. Can you get them a doctor to check on them? Or perhaps send them straight to the hospital?"

Jordan pursed his lips. "There's probably something i n their bodies, huh?"

I nodded. "It won't be appropriate for them to go to the hospital, right?"

If they were sent to the hospital, it would attract more problems. It depended on how Jordan would make arrangements now.

Jordan pulled out a phone from his pocket. "We can't perform surgery in this villa nor send them to a regular hospital. We can only opt for a private doctor now."

I nodded. "Sure."

Soon, Jordan managed to contact a private doctor.

He continued walking upstairs after saying that. Soon, the sound of a door closing was heard upstairs.

I mulled it over in the living room and eventually went upstairs.

I walked to his room door and knocked on it.

Soon, the door opened. Jordan had already changed out of the black suit and was now dressed in a white blouse.

There was no bloodstain on the white blouse. If it were not for his ghastly pale face, I would doubt that h e was even injured.

"What's wrong?" he spoke in a cool voice.

I hesitated for a moment before sidling past him into the bedroom.

Sure enough, I saw medicinal solution and gauze on the table in the bedroom.

I looked back at the man who cleared his throat and said, "It’s just a minor wound. A simple bandage will d o."