My Baby’s Daddy Chapter 1286
Meanwhile, Queenie opened her eyes in the emergency room to find a white light hanging above her head. Am I dead? Am I in heaven already? That was the first thought in her mind. “You’re awake?”
All of a sudden, Queenie felt someone shaking her arm before the white light disappeared from above her. Then, a few people in masks showed up in front of her face. They were doctors dressed in their surgical outfits, and they were all giving her concerned stares.
Queenie was so shocked that she sat up before hugging herself with a joyful look on her face. “I’m alive! I’m not dead! Thank God I’m alive!” she cried. The doctors around her heaved a sigh of when they saw that all she had were a few scrapes and bruises.
After a while, Queenie was pushed out of the emergency room. She was still lying on the bed, and the doctors had ordered her to be pushed into one of the regular wards for further observation.
She wanted to find out who the car earlier belonged to, and she happened to catch sight of a doctor talking to a man the moment she was wheeled out. The man turned around and looked at her at the same time.
“Hold on,” she uttered as her gaze widened in shock. The nurse slowed the gurney down as Queenie sat up to look at the man. “It’s you,” Queenie uttered.
Nigel didn’t manage to get a good look at the girl earlier, and he only saw her face when she sat upright in bed. “What are you doing here again?” he grumbled as his handsome face darkened.
“Do you guys know each other, Young Master Nigel?” the doctor asked puzzledly.
“No.” Nigel frowned before taking a glance at his wristwatch. “I’ll head home now. She can stay the night for further observation, and you guys can send her off tomorrow,” he ordered. Then, he turned around to leave. His car was parked at the front entrance of the hospital. Queenie looked around for a moment before leaping out of bed. “You need to stay for a night, young lady!” a nurse cried from behind her.
“It’s fine. Thank you.” After finishing her words, Queenie sped toward the man who was just about to get into the driver’s seat of his car. She ran over and opened the back door to let herself in. “What are you doing? Get out,” Nigel ordered as he turned around to stare at her.
“You nearly hit me. You need to provide some compensation for what you’ve done! How about this-why don’t you provide me with some food and a place to stay? We won’t owe each other anything after that.” Queenie was trying to get benefits from Nigel.
Nigel hadn’t expected the clingy girl to demand so much from him. “I’ll count to three, and I expect you out of my car by then,” he ordered.
“No way. I know you’re the president of Manson Group and the young master of the Manson Family. It shouldn’t take much for you to feed and house me for a week!” Queenie had some knowledge about the wealthy figures in town.
The waiters had been extremely polite to Nigel when they last met, and the doctors seemed really respectful toward him earlier. It was pretty clear that he was the mysterious young master of the Manson Family.
“Do you want to spend the night in the police station right after you get out of the hospital?” Nigel shot her a threatening glare. Queenie chuckled. “Of course not.
