Secret Wealthy Marriage
Chapter 745: Becoming a Martyr (2)

Chapter 745: Chapter 745: Becoming a Martyr (2)

"Alright, I’ll wait for your call." Carolline Ruiz hung up the phone, her head spinning slightly. Was Charlotte Clark really gone?

Bryan Hawkins quickly entered the room after putting Axel to sleep, bringing a glass of milk for Carolline Ruiz. He saw her sitting on the bed with wet hair, lost in thought, leaving water stains on the bedsheets.

"Didn’t I tell you to dry your hair after washing it? Why are you spacing out here? There are only a few days left until our big day, you can’t catch a cold during this time." Bryan Hawkins put the milk to one side and scolded her while rummaging through the drawer for a hairdryer.

Carolline Ruiz remained silent, still looking dazed as before.

What was going on? Bryan Hawkins went over to her and rubbed her hair. "What’s wrong?"

"Um, you ... did Axel fall asleep?"Carolline asked, not answering his question.

"Yes, he’s asleep. I just told him one story. What about you, what happened? Why are you sitting here with wet hair?" Bryan Hawkins gently pulled her into his embrace. "Have you been too tired these past few days? If you’re tired, just go to bed early. I can put up with it."

"..." Carolline had thought he would say something more emotional, but it turned out to be just that. "I’m fine. It’s just that Charlotte Clark...has died."

"Charlotte Clark?" For a moment, Bryan Hawkins forgot the name and the person. Why was Carolline Ruiz so concerned about this person’s death?

He recalled who Charlotte Clark was. He had only intended to teach the woman a lesson and let her stay away from Carolline Ruiz for a year and learn her place. But he didn’t expect that such an accident would happen.

But once someone’s dead, they’re dead, right? It’s not something they could have predicted, nor something they expected. What’s done is done and can’t be undone.

"She’s dead, and it’s not like we killed her. Now let me dry your hair for you." Bryan Hawkins stood up and plugged in the hairdryer. As soon as he did, his phone rang.

It was a call from Phoebe Miller. Without hesitation, Bryan Hawkins answered, "Hello? Phoebe, what happened? Do you know?"

"Yes, I know. I just arrived at the scene. It’s not an infectious disease, but a riot that broke out in a small place nearby, killing many people. The doctors and nurses who were sent there were attacked by another group of rioters on the road, and there were no survivors." Phoebe Miller hadn’t expected such a tragedy to occur.

Now, she was rushing there to bring the remaining surviving doctors and nurses back to the country. This time, the Miller Family and the government would jointly provide the injured with the most significant emotional compensation.

Negotiations were underway between the national government and the leaders of the other country to fight for the maximum benefits for the deceased.

The dead were gone, and all they could do now was to turn their grief into strength.

"Was it a riot?" Bryan Hawkins asked, unsure. If it was a riot, then it really was an unforeseen event.

"Yes, it’s not an infectious disease. Medical care there is quite adequate. I’m calling to tell you that I might not be able to attend your wedding with Carolline Ruiz. I have a lot of things to deal with here, not just in our country but also abroad. Of course, I’ll try my best to come and give you my blessings on the scene. I also want to catch the bouquet, who knows, maybe Cupid’s Arrow of Love will hit me next time?" Phoebe Miller said with a laugh.

Having experienced many life-and-death situations, she had been to war-torn countries and provided basic supplies to people who had lost their homes due to war. She had also narrowly escaped death under gunfire, her life spared by a stroke of luck.