Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 323: Moreover, she was growing closer to Milton despite her original intent to keep her distance. The more time they spent together, the harder it was to hide her pregnancy. It was only a matter of time before he found out. Candice hesitated, thinking she needed to find the right moment to confess to Milton. She was pregnant, and she wanted this baby. She wouldn't ask him for a penny. Instead, she wanted to raise her child on her own. She had no interest in any inheritance rights from his family. As Greyson arrived at Harmony Hospital and settled into his office, his phone rang.

It was Mario, the director of the local medical bureau. "Mr. Sugden, what's up?" Greyson checked the time. It was still early, not yet 8 o'clock in the morning. He wondered why Mario was contacting him so early. "I've got an update for you on Candice," Mario said, his tone serious. "Remember how you asked me to keep an eye on her? Well, she's registered at East Hospital and is pregnant. I had someone monitor her and got some news this morning. She made an appointment with the department of gynecology and obstetrics," Mario informed Greyson. Greyson sprang to his feet.

"Is the doctor one of your people? Did you arrange everything like we discussed?" Mario's family owned a medical equipment factory that produced heart stents, and Greyson had promised to purchase a batch from them in exchange for information on Candice's treatment. Mario's voice came through the phone. "The doctor Candice was assigned to wasn't one of my people. But I managed to temporarily send that doctor elsewhere. Essie Murray is the one who took over, and she works for me.

When Candice arrives at the hospital, the nurse at the front desk will tell her the original doctor has been transferred. She won't suspect a thing. I've asked Essie to keep you updated on Candice's diagnosis." Read exclusive stories at gαℓησνℓs․cøm "Alright, give Essie my number and tell her to call me with any updates. I want to know everything about Candice's treatment," Greyson said, standing in front of the window, looking out at the gloomy city. The never-ending haze made him feel like he was drowning in the darkness before the storm.

Candice didn't answer his call last night, but she answered Milton's. Greyson felt like she was slipping further and further away from him. The thought made him clench his fists and crumple the meeting documents in his hands. The director's office grew darker as the lights went off. The dim light made it difficult to see. Just then, the assistant secretary walked in and reminded him of the morning meeting. . . .