Aiden Sinclair drove away from the villa. He hadn't gotten far when he realized he'd left a document in his study.
This was typical of him—getting carried away when he was happy. Yesterday, he forgot his phone; today, he forgot his files.
He turned the car around and drove back to the villa. The moment he got out, he heard Riceball's frantic barking from the backyard.
Aiden Sinclair had a bad feeling and sprinted over.
"WOOF WOOF WOOF—"
From a distance, he could see Riceball spinning in circles and barking nonstop while Nina Walsh lay motionless on the ground.
"Nina? Nina? Wake up."
Aiden Sinclair's heart skipped a beat. He rushed over, carried her back to the car, and then sped to the nearest hospital.
"This doesn't look good. The patient is pregnant and has likely ingested something she shouldn't have. Prepare to induce vomiting."
The emergency room doctor immediately induced vomiting on the unconscious Nina Walsh. Within minutes, Nina threw up the contents of her stomach.
