Chapter 2311
The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
Chapter 2311 Meet Again
Nicole went into the bar and asked for a glass of wine. A woman was singing and playing the guitar on
the round stage in front. Her voice was hoarse and deep, and she was wearing heavy makeup, so
Nicole could not tell what the woman would look like without makeup. 1
However, the woman gave off a casual and nonchalant vibe.
When the bartender saw that Nicole was staring at the woman, he said with a smile, âThatâs our boss.â
Nicole raised her eyebrows and took a sip of wine. âShe has a nice voice.â
The bartender nodded with a smile.
Nicole had too many thoughts in her mind, so she absent mindedly drank one glass after another. 1
It did not take long for the bartender to realize something was wrong.
After the boss finished singing, the bartender called her over.
âBoss, this lady is drunk. We donât know who she isâ¦â
The bar owner, Selena, squinted and thought that Nicole looked familiar.
After some thought, she went over and patted Nicole on the shoulder.
âHey, if youâre drunk, I can help you to call your family or friends. Who do you want to contact?â
Selena did not think much of it, took out Nicoleâs phone, and pulled Nicoleâs hair back to unlock the
phone using Face ID.
Nicole squinted in a daze.
âPlease call my husband.â
Selena nodded, but she was a little curious why such a young and elegant girl was already married.
However, Selena noticed Nicoleâs bag and clothes and could tell that Nicole was not from an ordinary
family.
Selena searched Nicoleâs contact list and did not find a contact called âHusbandâ.
In the end, Selena had no choice but to call Nicoleâs last contact.
âMs. Stanton?â
Selena said, âIâm not her. Sheâs at my bar, and she drank too much. If itâs convenient for you, can you
call her family to pick her up?â
Malcolm was silent for a few seconds before he answered, âPlease wait a moment. Iâll come over right
away. Please keep her safe before I arrive.â
âCertainly.â
Malcolm arrived quickly. Selena saw that the man who came was about forty years old. He looked like
a gentleman with his glasses, and she could not tell what his occupation was.
Malcolm smiled. âThankyou for taking care of her. Iâll take her away.â
Selena nodded.
Malcolm took Nicole away.
When he got in the car, he was about to contact Kai to come to pick her up, when he suddenly saw
Nicoleâs arm. Her sleeves were accidentally rolled up when he was helping her into the car earlier.
Malcolm was shocked by the marks on her arm.
He quickly turned on the lights in the car and looked at the marks carefully. He felt uneasy when he
saw the gruesome scars on her fair and tender skin.
Malcolmâs expression changed dramatically.
He had overestimated Nicoleâs mental strength. She was not as calm as she appeared on the surface.
Her depression was serious since she harmed herself.
Malcolm looked at the scars again. It looked like she did not cut herself recently, but even so, he still
felt guilty and frustrated.
He was too careless. He should have communicated with her more.
Malcolm felt that his career was hanging by a thread. If something happened to Nicole, he would not be
able to explain it to the Stanton family.
Suddenly, he thought about what Nicole had said to him earlier today and paused slightly.
He put down his phone, started the car engine, and went to the nearby hospital.
Nicole was sent to the emergency room, where she was given gastric lavage because she overdosed
on alcohol. In the meantime, Malcolm requested a full-body examination for Nicole and arranged for
her to be sent to the intensive care unit.
Malcolm took Nicoleâs phone and searched through the contact list, but he could not find Claytonâs
phone number.
When he came across an unfamiliar number without a caller ID, he hesitated slightly.
As a psychiatrist, Malcolm had a vague feeling that this phone number was special to Nicole.
Nicole was so careful to not let others know who that person was.
Thus, Malcolm took a gamble and called that number.
The other party picked up the call quickly and answered with a hoarse voice, âNicole?â
He sounded eager and surprised.
Malcolm felt that he made the right bet. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and said in a calm
voice.
âHello, do you know the owner of this phone number?â
âYes. Who are you?â
Malcolm said, âIâm a staff member of a bar. This customer was sent to the hospital because she drank
too much, but we canât contact her family. If you know her, can you come over?â
Although Malcolmâs words were full of loopholes, Clayton did not have time to think too much.
Clayton was anxious and immediately asked, âHospital? Which hospital?â
âThe one on Century Avenue. The ward number is 809.â
âOkay, Iâll be right there.â
Clayton did not sound sleepy at all. Instead, he was anxious and worried.
After he hung up the phone, Malcolm went back to the ward.
Nicoleâs doctor came over. âSir, thereâs nothing wrong with the patient. We pumped her stomach, and
her blood alcohol level dropped. Sheâll be fine after this IV infusion, but itâs best if she can stay
overnight for observation.â
Malcolm smiled. âOkay. I think staying one night is best too. Iâll register for her.â
It was evening, and there were quite a lot of people.
The queue took a long time.
When Malcolm went back to the ward, he saw the man with a cane anxiously looking at the ward
number and the person inside through the window.
For some reason, Malcolm had a feeling that the man was Clayton.
Clayton was back.
When Nicole told him that Clayton was back in the afternoon, Malcolm did not believe it for a moment.
Now, Malcolm knew he made the right bet.
Malcolm walked over with a smile. âHello, are you looking for Ms. Stanton?â
âYes.â
Although Clayton looked gentle and handsome, he was exuding a vaguely intimidating vibe.
Clayton was worried and anxious, but he hid it well.
Malcolm smiled, led him to the door of the ward, and opened the door.
âThis is the person you are looking for, right?â
Clayton walked over unsteadily.
His heart ached when he saw the pale-faced Nicole lying on the hospital bed with her eyes tightly
closed. He felt as if someone had cut his heart.
His throat moved slightly, and his expression changed. In the end, he restrained his surging emotions.
âHow is she?â
Malcolm sighed. âIn what aspect?â
Clayton turned his head to look at him. His gaze was deep and cold.
Malcolm smiled, took out a business card from his pocket, and handed it over.
âMr. Sloan, Iâm Nicoleâs psychiatrist. I hope you can help me.â
Claytonâs eyelids trembled violently, and his pupils constricted.
That micro-expression was fear and shock.
When Clayton saw antidepressants in Nicoleâs apartment, he was shocked and afraid.
Now, when Clayton met Nicoleâs psychiatrist, he suddenly had a bad feeling.
During this period of his disappearance, Nicoleâs life must have been drastically different.
Was Clayton ready to accept these changes?
Clayton could hardly maintain his expression. He looked down at the business card.
It read, âMalcolm King, Psychiatristâ.
Claytonâs face was gloomy for a moment. He nodded and looked at Malcolm with a deep gaze.
âHello, Iâm Clayton Sloan.â