Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 200: Do You Know He’s Dying?

"Any luck finding Caleb Kramer?"

Justin Bell sighed. "No. It’s not looking good, either. A murderer took him."

"President Hawthorne, do you think it’s really Miles Sinclair pulling the strings behind the scenes?"

Damian Hawthorne’s thoughts turned to Miles Sinclair’s recent car crash.

After Miles Sinclair got hurt, Cecilia Nathan had blamed him for it.

But as it turned out, Miles Sinclair was no saint.

"Find Caleb Kramer. I need concrete evidence."

「In Miles Sinclair’s hospital room.」

Cecilia Nathan gazed at the sleeping Miles Sinclair, turning a deaf ear to Linden Nathan’s words.

"Cecilia, if Miles Sinclair ends up in a vegetative state, are you still going to marry him?"

In his heart, Linden Nathan wasn’t particularly fond of Miles Sinclair; it was more about compensation.

Compensating the Miles Sinclair of the past, and the Cecilia Nathan of the present.

"Yes." Cecilia Nathan looked at her father and offered a faint smile. "I know you don’t like him. You’re only trying to accept him because of me. Thank you."

"Cecilia, Damian Hawthorne is in the room next door. I asked a friend in the traffic police department. They checked the surveillance footage right away. Miles Sinclair’s car really did lose control and crash. It had nothing to do with Damian Hawthorne..."

"I know." Cecilia Nathan’s tone suddenly turned flat. "I don’t blame him, but I can’t forgive him either."

If it weren’t for Damian Hawthorne, Miles Sinclair wouldn’t have been driving so fast.

Besides, she didn’t believe Miles Sinclair would have deliberately crashed into the bridge pier.

Just then, a knock came at the door.

A nurse in a pink uniform stood at the door and said softly, "Which of you is Cecilia Nathan? The person in room 889 next door asked for you. He said he has something very important to tell you."

Room 889 was Damian Hawthorne’s room.

"Damian, are you sure Cecilia will come over?" Hugo Grant watched the nurse leave, a little baffled by Damian Hawthorne’s actions.

"We have to try. Besides, aren’t you here?" Damian Hawthorne tossed an apple at him, which Hugo Grant caught.

Staring at the bright red apple in his hand, Hugo Grant asked seriously, "That time your mother was threatened... was that really Miles Sinclair’s doing?"

"Why would he do something like that?"

Damian Hawthorne chuckled. "Then why don’t you guess why he wanted to take over the Nathan Family’s company?"

"Hugo Grant, do you know something?"

Hugo Grant’s hand, holding the apple, froze. He tossed it into the fruit basket nearby.

"No." Hugo Grant’s lips twitched. "I don’t know anything."

"Damian, if you don’t have any proof, you’d better not speak ill of Miles Sinclair. If you like Cecilia, you should respect her choice."

"Respect..." Damian Hawthorne scoffed. "Then why didn’t she respect me when she was chasing after me?"

"I’m going to make her understand that if she chases me, she has to take responsibility for me."

Just then, the nurse returned and said to Damian Hawthorne, "Mr. Hawthorne, Miss Cecilia Nathan from next door said... she doesn’t want to see you."

After speaking, the nurse shyly snuck a few glances at Damian Hawthorne, her cheeks flushing red.

She dealt with many patients, but few were as handsome as Damian Hawthorne.

After all, most people in a hospital were patients, either physically disabled or looking unwell. But Damian Hawthorne, despite being injured, had a top-tier disposition and appearance. Anyone would find him easy on the eyes.

"Thank you, we understand." Hugo Grant gave the nurse a pleasant smile.

The nurse’s face turned another shade redder. She lowered her head and said, "If there’s anything else you need help with, just let me know."

With that, she quickly ran off.

Seeing Damian Hawthorne’s dark expression, Hugo Grant chuckled. "Miles Sinclair’s injuries are indirectly your fault. Cecilia definitely won’t forgive you easily."

"Injured because of me?" Damian Hawthorne’s lips curled. "I didn’t tell him to hit a bridge pier."

Miles Sinclair had clearly staged a self-inflicted injury to win sympathy.

But Hugo Grant was right. Even if it was Miles Sinclair’s pity ploy, he had to take the blame.

After all, he had fallen for the trap.

"By the way, Damian, what did you call me over for?" Hugo Grant asked, as if just now remembering the reason for his visit.

Damian Hawthorne recounted the entire story about Caleb Kramer.

"You’re saying Miles Sinclair is pulling the strings?" Hugo Grant frowned. "Then what exactly is his goal?"

"He’s barely clinging to life right now, so we can’t get any answers from him." The thought of Cecilia Nathan marrying Miles Sinclair over this made Damian Hawthorne’s chest feel as if it were being crushed by a heavy stone.

He’d rarely been outsmarted in his life.

That Miles Sinclair... he was truly willing to go to any lengths.

Thinking about the murderer who had abducted Caleb Kramer, Damian Hawthorne felt something was increasingly off.

Hugo Grant and Damian Hawthorne exchanged a look, their hearts filled with worry.

"This Miles Sinclair... what on earth is he planning..."

"No matter what he’s planning, I can’t let Cecilia Nathan marry him."

Damian Hawthorne knew that no matter what he said now, Cecilia Nathan wouldn’t believe him.

Not unless he found Caleb Kramer.

"Hugo Grant, I need you to do me a favor."

Many of Hugo Grant’s relatives on his mother’s side worked in the police force, and he also knew many capable people, such as high-level private investigators.

Whether domestic or international, Hugo Grant had his ways.

Hugo Grant now had a good idea of why Damian Hawthorne had sought him out.

"I know what you mean. Don’t worry, Damian. Even if not for you, I’ll investigate Miles Sinclair thoroughly for Cecilia’s sake." Hugo Grant’s smile vanished.

He had originally thought Miles Sinclair was harmless, but he never expected him to be acquainted with a murderer.

These were wanted criminals with huge bounties on their heads, yet they were willing to work for Miles Sinclair.

Either Miles Sinclair had paid them an astronomical sum, or he himself was not clean.

"Oh, right. And investigate Quinn Sutton while you’re at it."

Damian Hawthorne wouldn’t forget Quinn Sutton and her ambiguous relationship with Miles Sinclair.

At that very moment, Quinn Sutton was being cornered by Serena Hughes at the Sinclair family home.

Inside the Sinclair family villa, besides Quinn Sutton and Serena Hughes, there was no one else.

Quinn Sutton eyed Serena Hughes warily, who was blocking her from leaving.

"Cousin Serena, what is the meaning of this? Great-aunt’s birthday is just around the corner. I have to go out and get her gift today. If you delay me, I doubt she’ll be very happy."

Quinn Sutton knew Serena Hughes disliked her, so she always tried to avoid being alone with her.

But Serena Hughes had clearly sent everyone else away on purpose.

"Quinn Sutton, what exactly is your relationship with Miles Sinclair?" The more Serena Hughes thought about it, the more something felt wrong. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Especially after seeing Quinn Sutton deliberately evade her questioning, she had simply sent all the Sinclair family staff away.

"What kind of relationship could we possibly have? We’re just ordinary friends..." Quinn Sutton struggled to maintain her composure.

"Is that so?" Serena Hughes gave a profound smile. "Then did you know that Miles Sinclair is dying?"

"Wh-what?" The color drained from Quinn Sutton’s face. "Who did you say is dying?"