Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 466

Chapter 466: 466- Helpless

While driving to the hostel, George was still confused about Anaya. It was past dinner time, and she still hadn’t responded to his calls, nor she was reaching out to him to inform him about her non-availability.

There was something extremely wrong with all this.

He gripped the steering wheel still puzzled about how he would ask Mrs. Eileen about her.

"Damn it. I can’t stay away from you, Anaya, just because you don’t want me there," he muttered, his jaw tightening.

As he pulled over near the hostel gate, he suddenly felt his heart sinking. An ambulance was stopping right behind his car. His stomach twisted.

Without thinking, he pushed open the door and stepped out, leaving the keys in the ignition.

The guards at the gate recognized him, their brows furrowed but they didn’t stop him. He strode inside, praying that it was not about Anaya.

There seemed to be a little chaos on the ground floor. Shit! He didn’t even know which room was assigned to her.

A group of girls was standing outside a room, whispering anxiously.

"What happened?" his deep voice cut through their whispers.

Several girls standing there, gasped, their eyes widening in surprise. One of the girls voice echoed in the corridor, "Oh, look! Mr. Donovan is here."

George walked to the same girl and asked in urgency, "Answer me. What happened?"

Just then a girl emerged from the room, her face was streaked with tears. She looked at George with trembling lips, "My friend, Anaya... she is lying unconscious on the floor."

That’s it! He didn’t wait to hear anymore.

Without hesitation, taking long strides, he pushed past the group and went inside the room. And then he saw her.

"Anaya!" he was on his knees and shook her body, "Anaya!" he patted her soft cheek. The same one that he loved pressing his lips against.

Without waiting anymore, he scooped up her lifeless body in his arms.

"Move!" his voice boomed. Taking long strides, he was carrying the love of his life to his car. The paramedic staff tried taking her limp body from his arms, but he pinned them with a warning glare and carried her to the ambulance. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}

Forgetting that his car was still there, he settled her on a stretcher of the ambulance and then climbed up to accompany her to the hospital.

He needed to be with her and hold her hand.

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Olivia and Emma were standing in the cold corridor of the hospital, waiting for their friend to get consciousness.

At some distance, George was sitting on a nearby bench, maybe waiting for the doctor. Anaya was brought to the private wing of this private hospital at George’s insistence.

"I didn’t know he was so kind," Emma whispered to Olivia, her eyes glued to every muscle of George, like a creep, "his thighs are so strong. The pants are too tight against..."