Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 807

Chapter 807:

“Hey, my daughter is still pregnant with your child. Why the hell are you still staring at your ex-wife? Still in love

with her?” Coen had seen Derek staring intently at Norah.

Derek quickly looked away, but his mind was flooded with memories of Norah's past tenderness. Believing that

she had loved him deeply, he was certain she still harbored sfeelings for him.

Could he rekindle things with Norah? Or was he just dreaming?

Of course, Norah didn’t think much of Derek. She only checked on the delivery man because she couldn't stand

his arrogant demeanor. Blackmailing Derek was one thing, but doubting her medical skills was another matter

entirely.

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Without realizing it, she found herself in the bustling downtown area, where throngs of people and cars moved

ceaselessly. In the central square, she noticed a familiar figure sitting on a bench.

“Mr. Newman, what's wrong with you?”

Jarrod, sitting there, was clutching his stomach with both hands. He looked like he was in severe pain, sweat

beading on his forehead.

Hearing Norah's question, he opened his eyes briefly before closing them again.

“Dr. Wilson... my stomach hurts...” His voice was barely audible.

“Lean back. Letcheck you out.”

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Norah gently but firmly moved his hands away from his stomach and pressed on various spots. “Does it hurt

here? How about here?”

Jarrod nodded slightly, wincing in pain and lying on the bench, utterly drained of energy.

“I've got the medication.” A young man hurried over, carrying a bag of medications and a bottle of water. “Dr.

Wilson, what brings you here?”

The young man, Jarrod’s assistant, was well-acquainted with Norah.

“He has acute appendicitis. Where's the car? We need to get him to the hospital.”

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The assistant hastily helped Norah lift Jarrod, retrieved the car keys from his pocket, and signaled toward a

Bentley parked nearby.

Norah took the keys and strode toward the car.

“Cwith me.”

“How about | drive?” the assistant, worried about her driving skills, hesitantly suggested after getting in.

“Buckle up!” Norah responded as she fastened her seat belt and placed her hands on the steering wheel,

remaining calm and composed.

The assistant, now feeling a bit reassured by her calmness, buckled himself and Jarrod in. Since Norah was a

doctor and seemed unphased, he believed Jarrod must be in good hands.