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    Lise paused on the other end. Wow. Carrie hadn’t been going out muchtely, and chances to get close had been rare.

    She wiped her mouth clean, tossed aside her napkin, and stood up.

    “Send me your location,” she said briskly. “I’m on my way.”

    Carrie arrived at the hospital, and regardless of whether she came with family or servants, a nurse always stepped in to guide them through the necessary procedures.

    Carrie had just picked up a urine sample bottle and was about to head for the restroom when a man in a uniform appeared and called out to her, “Is that sports car outside yours?”

    “Yes, is there an issue?” Carrie answered, taking note of his hospital security attire. The badge on his chest pocket showed the hospital’s name. Every hospital worker wore the same type of uniform, which made it easy to recognize them.

    The security guard gave Carrie a quick once-over, his eyes pausing briefly on her slightly rounded stomach. Speaking in a low, steady tone, he said, “You parked your car in the ambnce spot. Please move it right away.”

    Carrie looked over at the maid in confusion. Neither of them had any idea where the ambnce parking area was. They had simply chosen the first empty space near the entrance.

    Carrie remembered that the lot was crowded with vehicles, and only that one space had been open.

    Once, Lise had misused medical services, and Carrie had been affected by it. That experience made her determined never to repeat the same mistakes.

    She shook herself free from her thoughts and turned to the maid with a clear instruction. “Go after him and move the car,” she said.

    The maid hesitated, her eyes filled with worry as she asked, “Ms. Campbell, are you sure you’ll be alright on your own?”

    “I’ll be fine,” Carrie said, ncing toward the nurse to reassure her. “The nurse is with me anyway.”

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    The nurse gave a nod. “We’re only doing routine tests. There’s nothing to worry about.”

    With a small smile, Carrie added, “I need to use the restroom, and it might take a bit. You’ll only need a few minutes to move the car. You might be back before I finish.”

    After hearing that, the maid didn’t argue any further. She turned to the security guard and said, “Alright, let’s move the car right away.” Without another word, the security guard gave a small shrug and started walking ahead.

    Carrie brushed off the small interruption, focusing on getting to the restroom with the sample bottle in hand.

    Inside, the restroom was divided into two sections. The first space was for washing hands, while a second door in the back led to the toilets. In the hand-washing area, an older woman dressed in a cleaning uniform was busy rinsing out a mop.

    Ignoring the cleaningdy, Carrie made her way to the inner stalls, which were silent except for the sound of closed doors in front. She picked one of the stalls at the end, stepped inside, and locked the door behind her. The cleaning woman stopped what she was doing, dropped the mop to the side, and quietly pulled out her phone to send a quick message.

    While that happened, out in the corridor, another nurse rushed up to the nurse who had been helping Carrie and said, “Why are you just standing around? Dr. Molina needs you right away.”

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