Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call

Chapter 75 A Partiality for Anastasia

Without saying a word, he turned around and walked out.

Was it why Anastasia was looking for him?

After hearing the content, Beatrice couldn't wait to follow.

"I haven't seen your grandparents yet. Let me go. I'm worried, too..."

Christian was not in the mood to care for Beatrice.

He went to the emergency room with a dignified and nervous expression.

At the door, Anastasia lowed her head. Her complexion was pale. But she still stood there, seriously listening to the doctor's treatment plan.

He strode over with a domineering expression and a cold aura.

"How is it going?"

Anastasia glanced at him and naturally saw Beatrice behind him. And she didn't say much.

The doctor explained the situation in detail, "Patients are very dangerous, especially Sir Patterson. He is old, and his bones are very fragile. He has multiple fractures and internal bleeding. His injuries are even

more severe.

"The condition of Madam Patterson is slightly better. But her head was hit. So she is still in a coma."

Christian was shocked and worried with a dark and gloomy face. His thin lips were pursed coldly. And he called the director of the hospital directly.

"Go to the best doctor for surgery..."

The doctor in front of him interrupted him, "Mr. Patterson, the surgeries here are all the best doctors in the country. Ms. Graves has made arrangements." Christian raised his head and looked at Anastasia, with complex emotions rushing through him.

But Anastasia didn't say a word.

Beatrice, who was behind, couldn't help but step forward with a bit of complaint in her voice.

"It turns out that it is such an important matter. Why didn't Ms. Graves say it directly, so it wouldn't take so long..."

Anastasia's drooping eyes were slightly stained with frost.

She raised her head. Her eyes were indifferent and ridiculous.

"Ms. Cohen scolded me and hung up the phone. Have you given me time to talk?"

Did Beatrice think she wouldn't resist?

Or did Beatrice think she was too lazy to explain?

"You are talking nonsense..."

Beatrice's face turned pale. And just as she was about to defend herself, Christian glanced at her impatiently.

He said in a heavy tone, "That's enough."

Between these two women, he had an unconscious partiality for Anastasia.

He believed Anastasia.

He looked at Anastasia and pursed his lips slightly.

"What happened then?"

Anastasia's voice was calm. "Grandma found out about our divorce and wanted to talk to me. As I exited the car, I saw a car hit them."

Her heart suddenly shrank, and the pain was severe.

The panic was indescribable. She watched helplessly but could do nothing.

Christian's expression froze. His eyes were dark and deep. And there was a sharp pain in his heart.

As the doctor went in for the rescue, the police also rushed over.

"Ms. Graves, did you see the perpetrator with your own eyes?"

"Yes."

The police asked, "Do you know her?"

"No."

Anastasia paused and suddenly remembered something.

"That person is a woman, about forty years old, with curly hair and a mole on the left chin on her face."

The police nodded and took down her words.

But as Beatrice heard that, her face turned pale suddenly.

Her eyes were full of shock. Then she suddenly went limp and fell onto Christian next to her.

She clasped Christian's waist tightly with both hands, trembling all over.

Christian frowned and was about to move her away. But seeing her shivering all over, he paused for a second. "What's wrong with you?"