Chapter 549

Chapter 549 Grandpa’s Time Is Running Out

Noah’s gaze slowly shifted from the laptop to Chloe’s face, taking in her delicate features. Her skin was

fair and rosy, and the gentle curve of her lashes rested on her eyelids. She appeared obedient, her

mature and casual attire slightly oversized to conceal her growing belly, making her outfit a little ill-

fitting.

“Let’s begin,” Noah announced, leaning back in his chair.

A group of doctors in white coats emerged from the adjacent room and carefully carried Chloe into the

neighboring room. Inside, ultrasound machines and an array of instruments were prepared for the

examination. The doctors skillfully began their examination of her body.

“We can now extract the amniotic fluid”

“Okay.” Noah paused before continuing, “Are you sure there won’t be any needle marks when she

wakes up?”

“There won’t be any We’re using the latest technology in prenatal testing from Ameria. With anesthesia

and an incredibly small needle, it’ll be difficult to detect anything with the naked eye,”

Noah nodded, somewhat reassured, and gave his consent for them to proceed.

Vanya stood beside him, and she said urgently, “Is the plane ready? Once we have the amniotic fluid,

we have to return to Docwood before evening Xavia’s amniocentesis is scheduled for 5 pm. We have

to stick to the schedule, not a minute more or less ”

Failure to do so could jeopardize their plan. Despite having control over the doctors performing the

amniocentesis on Xavia, the undeniable truth could not be overlooked. Reality. would always be real

and falsehoods would always be false. Only by obtaining Chloe’s amniotic fluid could they ensure a

safe resolution to the situation.

“The plane is ready on the rooftop. When will Coco wake up?”

“Soon. Should be within the next half an hour.”

Noah returned to his office, opened the window to let the stagnant air out, then closed it. After half an

hour, Chloe slowly opened her eyes and found herself locking gazes with Noah.

“Hey, sleepyhead.”

She felt regretful, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know how I fell asleep… I suddenly felt incredibly drowsy.”

“It’s fine. I dozed off for a while too.” Noah pointed at the essential oil diffuser on the table. This has a

very calming effect. Perhaps that’s what caused the drowsiness.”

“Really?” Chloe felt strange. She had not expected to doze off during work and felt it was

impolite.

Noah’s expression softened, and he said in a concerned tone, “Pregnant women often experience

drowsiness. You’re about four months pregnant now, and working every day can take a toll on your

body. It’s natural to feel tired and want to rest.’

She blinked, realizing that his explanation made sense. After all, she had a restless night and had not

slept well.

At 5 in the evening, in Docwood, Xavia was escorted into an operating room. As Joseph waited

outside, several doctors wearing masks and headgear entered the room. His gaze was sharp, and he

coldly looked at the hospital director beside him.

“Why were the doctors late?”

Since they were all wearing masks, the hospital director could not identify who those doctors were “Mr.

Joseph, please wait a moment. Let me go in and assess the situation.”

Before the hospital director returned, Jonathan suddenly appeared and clutched Joseph’s arm,

pleading desperately, “Joe, you have to save my father! He’s on the verge of being beaten to death in

prison!”

Joseph’s eyes dropped, and he maintained a stoic silence Lucas swiftly intervened, stepping forward

and prying Jonathan, who clung on like an octopus, away from Joseph. “Mr. Jonathan, please consider

your public image

The hospital bustled with a constant flow of people. Being members of the esteemed Whitman family,

causing a scene was highly inappropriate

“If your father is on the verge of death, would you still care about your image?!” Jonathan spat out

without a second thought, venting all his anger toward him.

Lucas’ face turned grim. “I was merely offering a friendly reminder.”

Jonathan paid Lucas no attention. In his eyes, Lucas was nothing more than a sycophantic lackey.

“Joe, my father was just visiting the company. He didn’t take any confidential documents. You can’t be

so cruel as to send him to prison!”

“Oh?” Joseph chuckled. “Are you absolutely certain he didn’t steal anything?”

“He didn’t!”

“You should be seeking assistance from the police. Why are you troubling me? I’m not the one who put

him in there.”

“If going to the police would’ve helped, I wouldn’t bother you…” Jonathan pretended to be sorrowful,

doing his best to evoke pity.

Joseph reached out and placed his hand on Jonathan’s shoulder. The touch was not forceful, but it

carried an overwhelming weight. His eyes turned gloomy and indifferent as he questioned, “Tell me

then, what about that 150 million empty check?”

“H-How did you know…” Jonathan’s eyes widened in fear. He took a step back, his bulging

eyes revealing his panic. Did Preston not say that as long as he firmly denied it, no one would. ever

find out?

Joseph was aware of the infiltration of the president’s office, but how did he also know about the 150

million check?

“I won’t waste my breath on reproaches. The damage you’ve inflicted upon the company is irreparable.

There’s no turning back.” Joseph’s gaze shifted to where Spencer was hiding and stated, “Grandpa’s

time is running out. If you have a heart, go and spend more time with him.”