Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done (Winter and Chris) novel Chapter 477

Chapter 477

A Maybach pulled up outside the hospital.

The driver got out and was just about to open the rear door when it was pushed open from the inside.

William stepped out of the car.

He wore a black mask and a black baseball cap. Hospitals were crowded places, and he didn’t want to be recognized. If some unscrupulous media outlet photographed him here, all kinds of ridiculous rumors would spread within half an hour.

After getting out, he glanced around casually.

It was a quiet morning, but plenty of patients and family members were already coming and going downstairs.

Who would have guessed that beneath the seemingly calm surface outside the inpatient building, Chris’s bodyguards were hidden all around, quietly controlling the entire hospital?

William had already made preparations to take Winter away.

But who could have known Richie was still alive?

And now, the child’s condition was poor. He would soon undergo a bone marrow transplant. At a time like this, Winter would never leave.

So William chose to look the other way. For now, he would treat those bodyguards as protection for Winter and Richie.

“Mr. Zeller,” the bodyguard beside him said, “Skyla can’t speak at all now.”

William gave a faint hum.

After Winter left yesterday, Skyla had cursed her viciously from her hospital room. William had someone give Skyla a little something that ruined her voice.

Skyla had brought this ending on herself.

The fact that she was still alive was already more mercy than she deserved.

When William reached Winter’s hospital room and saw no one at the door, he guessed what had happened. Sure enough, when he pushed the door open, Winter wasn’t inside.

He took out his phone and called Zion. Only then did he find out that Winter had gone to see Richie.

Inside the ICU, Winter asked softly, carefully holding the bottle as she watched Richie’s condition:

“Do you want Mommy to hold you while you drink?”

Richie obediently let go of the bottle. His little head drooped and tilted to the side. Winter quickly caught it with one hand, and her heart sank.

But none of that mattered now.

What mattered was that Richie was alive.

And he could already call her Mama.

When the bottle was empty, a faint sucking sound came through the straw. Winter took the bottle away, accepted a soft wipe from the nurse, and gently cleaned the corner of Richie’s mouth.

As she wiped his cheeks, Richie obediently closed his eyes.

Winter’s heart softened all over again. She couldn’t help lowering her head and lightly nuzzling his little head through the protective gown.

She slowly closed her eyes and silently looked forward to the day when there would no longer be a layer of protective clothing between her and Richie.

One day, she would be able to touch him closely.

She wanted to kiss his little cheeks.

She wanted to hold him tightly in her arms and coax him to sleep.