Grant raised his eyebrows and hesitated for a few seconds before slowly opening his mouth.
“I don’t understand. Mr. Sloan, are you interested in Nicole?”
A smirk surfaced on Clayton’s pale face.
“Yeah, I’ve been pursuing her all along.”
Facing Grant, who could see through people’s intentions with one glance who might even be his future
brother-in- law, Clayton felt that it was better not to have the slightest concealment.
Grant curled his lips. This was an expected answer. “Mr. Stanton, do you think that I stand a chance?”
Clayton could not help but ask. He was flustered when he thought about this, so he tried to find some
self- confidence in Grant.
After all, Grant was Nicole’s brother.
Grant curved his lips meaningfully and lowered his eyes. His voice carried some gloating sympathy.
“Mr. Sloan, in our family, our opinion is of little use. Nicole always gets veto rights.”
No one could influence Nicole’s thoughts. Back when Nicole was bent on cutting off contact with the
Stanton family to marry Eric Ferguson, what they said was futile. Instead, it provoked her defiance.
Now, they no longer dared to try to persuade her.
As long as Nicole was happy, what did it matter who she was with?
Anyway, with the Stanton family around, who would dare to bully Nicole?
Hearing this, Clayton froze for half a second, seemingly sensing a hint of sadness in Grant’s tone.
Clayton nodded with a silent, gentle smile.
Clayton’s upbringing told him that it was best not to pry into secrets that others did not plan to confess to.
The car soon arrived in West City.
Floyd had a good relationship with the director of that high- end private hospital. The patients that the
hospital admitted were no ordinary people. The medical equipment used there was also the best in the
world.
At the same time, it was also the most expensive.
Nicole’s special blood type could not get the highest priority in ordinary hospitals, but here, she could.
Once they were there, they did another thorough examination.
Nicole’s leg was badIy fractured, so she could not walk. The nurse on the side came over with a great
attitude and helped to push Nicole’s wheelchair.
More than an hour passed before the series of tedious examinations was done.
When it was over, the nurse enthusiastically pushed Nicole back to the pre-arranged ward. Nicole saw
Clayton at the door.
He was sitting there with his forehead resting against his fists that were loosely clenched.
Nicole paused and looked at the nurse, signaling for her to leave first. She pressed the button of her
motorized wheelchair and slowly went over.
She felt extremely conflicted about Clayton.
Her heart ached for him, as it did for her humble past self during those three years of marriage to Eric.
Nicole did not want Clayton to become like her. That unspeakable bitterness was truly agonizing.
It could break one’s pride and wipe out one’s self- confidence.
Clayton raised his eyes and saw Nicole. His eyes had redness that had not yet faded, but it was still as
warm as ever.
He smiled. His face was still pale from the blood loss. His concerned gaze shifted to her leg.
“How was the checkup? Does it still hurt?”
Nicole’s pain was the first thing he noticed after getting out of the car. She was biting her lip so hard that
they were bleeding, so the pain must be hard to bear.
A warmth crossed her chest. She chuckled. “It stopped hurting a long time ago.”
Clayton’s eyes were gentle, and his eyebrows were well- defined. Hearing this, he flashed a faint smile.
”That’s good Nicole paused. “I didn’t expect that you’d have the same blood type as me. Both of us can’t
be saved in case something goes wrong.”
Clayton’s smile faded as he looked at her intensely.
“Nicole, although your blood type is rare, you’re a warm person. No one can’t be saved, just like you.”
Nicole was slightly stunned. Except for the three years when she was a mobile blood bank for Wendy
Quade, Nicole had always cherished her life most.
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