Claimed by the Crown Heir novel Chapter 107

Chloe Quinn lay weakly in her hospital bed, wearing a blue and white striped gown. Her face was so pale it was almost translucent.

Harrison Wells led a caretaker into the room, his tone formal and distant.

"Ms. Quinn, this is the caretaker Mr. Lowery hired to look after you while you recover from the procedure."

"Where is he?" Chloe looked at him with desperate hope.

"Mr. Lowery has been very busy lately. He doesn't have time to visit."

"Hah! Is he busy, or is he just sick of me?"

Harrison remained expressionless as he placed a bank card lightly on the nightstand.

"Mr. Lowery asked me to tell you that starting today, you are no longer needed at the company. The apartment in Peninsula Bay and this card are your severance package."

With that, he turned to leave.

Chloe snatched a pillow and hurled it at him, instantly breaking down.

"You tell Lucas I refuse! He can't just throw me away like this!"

Did he really think he could get rid of her with an apartment and a bank card?

In his dreams!

Harrison slowly turned back, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt. "Ms. Quinn, you were nothing but a plaything to Mr. Lowery. He entertained you when he was in a good mood. Did you seriously think he had fallen in love with you?"

"Don't forget the dirty tricks you used to seduce him and ruin his engagement with Ms. Grant."

"Being the other woman never ends well."

Chloe shook with rage, pointing a trembling finger at Harrison. "This is between him and me! Who the hell do you think you are to lecture and mock me?"

He was just an assistant who used to bow and scrape in front of her. Now he had the nerve to walk all over her?

"I'm just stating the facts." Harrison finished his piece and walked straight out.

The hospital room was left echoing with Chloe's hysterical sobbing and screaming.

With shaking hands, she dialed Lucas's number and sobbed her complaints into the phone.

On the other end, Lucas listened in silence before speaking coldly.

"Was anything he said untrue?"

"W-What?"

He whipped his head around, staring at the empty office, a dense layer of gloom settling over his handsome features.

Deep down, they both knew the truth.

If he was still the broke nobody he had once been, Chloe never would have given him the time of day.

Except for Vanessa.

When he had been at rock bottom, she was the one who quietly stayed by his side, secretly giving him everything she had to support him.

It was his own fault that success had gone to his head. He had lost his moral compass and personally shattered the woman he never should have hurt.

A soft knock sounded at the door, followed by his secretary's voice.

"Mr. Lowery, a Dr. Summer Rayne is here to see you. She says she's Ms. Grant's therapist."

Lucas bolted upright, his dark eyes instantly sinking like a bottomless abyss.

When had Vanessa ever seen a therapist?

"Send her in."