The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 1250

Outside the Civil Registry Office.

A black luxury car was parked at the roadside. Luke sat in the driver's seat with a cigarette in his mouth.

Bretton sat in the back seat.

"What time is it?" Luke asked.

Bretton raised his hand, looked at his watch, and said, "Five past three."

The next second, Luke said coldly, "Where i s Eileen? Don't you want your lawyer's license?"

Bretton trembled.

He tried to explain carefully, "I called Mrs. Bennington this morning and specially asked her to come here at 3 p.m. She has already agreed."

Luke sneered, "How can you believe her words?"

"What?"

Bretton froze.

Luke put out his cigarette with a stern face, as if something terrible was about to happen.

Bretton didn't dare to make a sound but took out his phone and called Eileen.

He called her several times but she didn't answer it.

He wiped away the sweat on his forehead, feeling scared to death.

After all, Luke's face was getting sterner and sterner.

In the hospital.

When Eileen opened her eyes, she saw white ceilings.

The sheet and the walls were also blindingly white.

At this time, Kirsten pushed open the door and walked in, "Are you okay?"

"Why am I in the hospital?"

"You fainted downstairs in my neighborhood yesterday. Brad and I called a n ambulance and took you to the hospital."

Eileen tugged upon her arm gently, "Keep your voice down. Don’t scare others."

Kirsten widened her eyes and gritted her teeth, "Eileen! How can you be so calm? Why do you hide this from me? How long have you been hiding it from me?"

"I just found it out not long ago. I don’t want to hide it from you. But I don't have time to tell you about it."

"You..." Kirsten was so angry that she didn’t know what to say.

The next second, her tears seemed to be a heavy rain, running down her face.

Eileen took her hand, patted it lightly, and said to the doctor, "It’s okay. Please go ahead."

The doctor straightened his glasses, "If you don’t receive treatment, you won't live long.

Hearing that, Kirsten gripped the wall tightly and said, "How long will she be alive?”

"A few months. Six months at most."

Suddenly, Kirsten sat down on the ground.

The doctor sighed softly, "Think about it." "Okay."