?Chapter 1848:


    “What were you discussing just now?” Out of nowhere, a shrill voice sliced through the tension,ced with disbelief and panic. “What surgery? Someone’s dying? What is going on?”


    Both Eric and Phillips nced up at the sound of a familiar voice, only to spot Megan approaching.


    It had been ages since either of them had seen her.


    A deep frown crossed Eric’s face. He could barely hide his annoyance. Megan had a knack for clinging to him like a lost puppy.


    “Why do you care?” Eric stood up abruptly, not even trying to hide his impatience. He headed straight for the restroom, wanting nothing to do with her questions.


    “Hang on!” Megan rushed after him, catching hold of his arm. “I’m not letting you off that easily. Answer me first.”


    “I’m not answering you. I told you—it’s none of your concern.” Eric shook her off, not bothering to hide his irritation.


    He then slipped into the restroom, leaving Megan behind. She wouldn’t follow him inside, would she?


    Annoyed, Megan puffed out her cheeks. She couldn’t just barge into the men’s restroom, but she also refused to give up. She nted herself firmly by the door, waiting for him toe out.


    As soon as Eric stepped outside, Megan blocked his path, stretching her arms wide.


    A look of pure exasperation shed across Eric’s face. “What now? What do you even want?”


    “You’re not well. I heard what happened. You’re sick. It’s serious.” Megan didn’t back down. She looked him in the eye, her voice firm.


    Eric scoffed, not missing a beat. “You must have heard it wrong.”


    “Is that so?” Megan’s eyes narrowed as if she were piecing something together. Then, all at once, she blurted out, “I want to be your girlfriend.”


    Find exclusive updates gα?ησν??ls


    Eric went stiff, caught off guard by her words.


    His stare hardened. A coldugh slipped out. “You’re the one who needs help. Get yourself checked out. Quit pestering me.”


    “I won’t go anywhere.” Megan pouted, a wounded look crossing her face. “Why can’t you just be nice to me for once? I’m a girl, you know. You always treat me like I’m nothing.”


    “That’s not going to happen.” Eric gave a short, icyugh. “If you can’t handle it, you’re free to leave.”


    He lifted his arm, motioning for her to move aside. “Move. Now.”


    “No way.” Megan nted her feet more firmly, refusing to budge. If being gentle had no effect, she’d have to try a bolder approach.


    Her eyes narrowed. “If you keep shutting me out, don’t me me if people find out about your condition.”


    The Scott siblings’ battles for power weren’t hidden from anyone in their circle. It wasmon knowledge that they were waiting for a weakness of Eric’s to exploit.


    Megan wasn’t the sharpest tool, but even she recognized the potential harm such a rumor could cause—letting Eric’s secret slip would put his siblings one step closer to seizing everything from him.


    “You…”


    .


    .


    .