The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

Malcolm arrived quickly. Selena saw that the man who came was about forty years old. He looked like a gentleman

with his glasses, and she could not tell what his occupation was.

Malcolm smiled. “Thankyou for taking care of her. I’ll take her away.”

Selena nodded.

Malcolm took Nicole away.

When he got in the car, he was about to contact Kai to come to pick her up, when he suddenly saw Nicole’s arm.

Her sleeves were accidentally rolled up when he was helping her into the car earlier.

Malcolm was shocked by the marks on her arm.

He quickly turned on the lights in the car and looked at the marks carefully. He felt uneasy when he saw the

gruesome scars on her fair and tender skin.

Malcolm’s expression changed dramatically.

He had overestimated Nicole’s mental strength. She was not as calm as she appeared on the surface.

Her depression was serious since she harmed herself.

Malcolm looked at the scars again. It looked like she did not cut herself recently, but even so, he still felt guilty and

frustrated.

He was too careless. He should have communicated with her more.

Malcolm felt that his career was hanging by a thread. If something happened to Nicole, he would not be able to

explain it to the Stanton family.

Suddenly, he thought about what Nicole had said to him earlier today and paused slightly.

He put down his phone, started the car engine, and went to the nearby hospital.

Nicole was sent to the emergency room, where she was given gastric lavage because she overdosed on alcohol. In

the meantime, Malcolm requested a full-body examination for Nicole and arranged for her to be sent to the

intensive care unit.

Malcolm took Nicole’s phone and searched through the contact list, but he could not find Clayton’s phone number.

When he came across an unfamiliar number without a caller ID, he hesitated slightly.

As a psychiatrist, Malcolm had a vague feeling that this phone number was special to Nicole.

Nicole was so careful to not let others know who that person was.

Thus, Malcolm took a gamble and called that number.

The other party picked up the call quickly and answered with a hoarse voice, “Nicole?”

He sounded eager and surprised.

Malcolm felt that he made the right bet. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and said in a calm voice.

“Hello, do you know the owner of this phone number?”

“Yes. Who are you?”

Malcolm said, “I’m a staff member of a bar. This customer was sent to the hospital because she drank too much,

but we can’t contact her family. If you know her, can you come over?”

Although Malcolm’s words were full of loopholes, Clayton did not have time to think too much.

Clayton was anxious and immediately asked, “Hospital? Which hospital?”

“The one on Century Avenue. The ward number is 809.”

“Okay, I’ll be right there.”

Clayton did not sound sleepy at all. Instead, he was anxious and worried.

After he hung up the phone, Malcolm went back to the ward.

Nicole’s doctor came over. “Sir, there’s nothing wrong with the patient. We pumped her stomach, and her blood

alcohol level dropped. She’ll be fine after this IV infusion, but it’s best if she can stay overnight for observation.”

Malcolm smiled. “Okay. I think staying one night is best too. I’ll register for her.”

It was evening, and there were quite a lot of people.

The queue took a long time.

When Malcolm went back to the ward, he saw the man with a cane anxiously looking at the ward number and the

person inside through the window.

For some reason, Malcolm had a feeling that the man was Clayton.

Clayton was back.

When Nicole told him that Clayton was back in the afternoon, Malcolm did not believe it for a moment.

Now, Malcolm knew he made the right bet.

Malcolm walked over with a smile. “Hello, are you looking for Ms. Stanton?”

“Yes.”

Although Clayton looked gentle and handsome, he was exuding a vaguely intimidating vibe.

Clayton was worried and anxious, but he hid it well.

Malcolm smiled, led him to the door of the ward, and opened the door.

“This is the person you are looking for, right?”

Clayton walked over unsteadily.

His heart ached when he saw the pale-faced Nicole lying on the hospital bed with her eyes tightly closed. He felt as

if someone had cut his heart.

His throat moved slightly, and his expression changed. In the end, he restrained his surging emotions.

“How is she?”

Malcolm sighed. “In what aspect?”

Clayton turned his head to look at him. His gaze was deep and cold.

Malcolm smiled, took out a business card from his pocket, and handed it over.

“Mr. Sloan, I’m Nicole’s psychiatrist. I hope you can help me.”

Clayton’s eyelids trembled violently, and his pupils constricted.

That micro-expression was fear and shock.

When Clayton saw antidepressants in Nicole’s apartment, he was shocked and afraid.

Now, when Clayton met Nicole’s psychiatrist, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

During this period of his disappearance, Nicole’s life must have been drastically different.

Was Clayton ready to accept these changes?

Clayton could hardly maintain his expression. He looked down at the business card.

It read, “Malcolm King, Psychiatrist”.

Clayton’s face was gloomy for a moment. He nodded and looked at Malcolm with a deep gaze. 1 “Hello, I’m Clayton

Sloan.”