Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 605 Henry froze for a moment. "Ten days? Khloe, are you joking?" After all, Clarice had spent months just investigating Niel's cause of death. Behind George stood the Hunt family-and perhaps other tangled forces as well. Simply continuing the investigation was no easy task, let alone uncovering the truth within ten days. Khloe met Henry's baffled gaze and answered calmly, "I'm not joking." Late at night, in the city district, inside a private specialist hospital.

Nick lay on a hospital bed with an IV line in the back of his hand He lay quietly, drifting in and out of a light, hazy sleep. A female doctor stayed by his side without leaving, from dusk until deep into the night. Moonlight spilled in through the window and fell across the man's sharply defined features. Though it lent him an ashen pallor, it could not soften the cold, resolute lines of his face. ---- "Mr. Hunt should be fine now. You can go back and rest," the head physician said as he came in and saw the female doctor still keeping watch. She shook her head and sat back down.

"I'm not tired." Nick's gastric bleeding had come on suddenly, very likely a sign of his condition worsening. That was why they had been especially cautious. After consulting with a renowned specialist, they had decided to use a powerful medication. This drug was rarely used domestically. Although its effects were immediate-one course of treatment could leave a patient energetic for months-it came with serious side effects. The price was intense pain during treatment. They had wanted to recommend milder medication, but Nick had insisted.

Only by recovering as quickly as possible-by getting better as soon as possible-could he help Khloe. The IV had been running all afternoon. Those at his side watched as he endured it with clenched teeth. During that time, calls from the Hunt family kept coming in, and Nick answered every one himself. Even though the pain left him drenched in sweat, and every word required effort to keep his ---- voice from trembling, he still handled each call without a trace of weakness. The female doctor heard him mention his wife repeatedly.

Nick said Khloe was very busy at the moment, that he was only dealing with a minor chill and discomfort, and that they needn't worry-nor should they disturb Khloe. Loretta and the others were only concerned about his health. Hearing his voice put them at ease. As for Nick's intentions, his family understood them better than anyone. Khloe had already returned their call. Before she had even spoken with Nick, Loretta had reassured her, saying that Nick had replied to her message and was fine, and that Khloe should focus on taking care of herself first. Khloe was not someone easily fooled.

Nick dared not answer her calls, only sending her a message that he would rest for two days and then return to Goldmont City. After that, no more messages came from her. He didn't know whether she had become busy-or whether she was angry. All day long, he clutched his phone like this, drifting in and out of ---- sleep from the pain, and each time he woke, the first thing he did was check for her messages. "Khloe..." A sudden murmur slipped from Nick's throat. His body spasmed. The veins in his neck stood out sharply as he clenched his teeth.

His hand gripped the bedsheet, as though the surging waves of pain were becoming more than he could bear. "Mr. Hunt, try to relax..." The female doctor rose at once and steadied the equipment beside him. She glanced at the IV bottle-half of it was still left. The pain would only grow more severe, especially toward the end, when the drug's full effect set in. Nick's face tilted slightly to the side, clearly jolted awake by another stab of agony.