Chapter 1118 - 1110: Aiden Shaw Is in Trouble 4

Chapter 1118: Chapter 1110: Aiden Shaw Is in Trouble 4

On the business card it was a woman, and her Moments were full of everyday photos.

Looked like she was an actress.

Perry White’s face didn’t look good, like the person she cared about most was being stolen from her.

She looked over at Skye Dawson, seeming a bit helpless.

Skye Dawson said, "She’s already taken."

"I don’t believe it." Perry couldn’t accept reality: "This is fake, maybe it’s his sister, it’s impossible!"

She could accept any other kind of relationship, just not a romantic one.

Perry stayed on the screen for a long time, feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles, desperate to ask clearly what was going on.

Perry typed a line on Aiden Shaw’s phone, then deleted it.

— Who are you to Aiden Shaw?

Right after she sent it, Perry jumped in fright, her heart going weak. If Aiden didn’t like people touching his phone, then she’d made a huge mistake. She hurriedly recalled the message.

She tossed the phone aside.

Tiana Thorne heard the vibration and picked up her phone.

But the message from Aiden’s side had already been withdrawn, so she didn’t see it.

Tiana also found it strange. With Aiden’s personality, he’d never send a message and then retract it.

Suspicion rose at once.

She held the phone and thought for a long time.

Something just felt off, and she was uneasy inside.

Tiana sent a message too.

— ???

She typed a few question marks.

Of course Perry saw it, but didn’t dare reply.

She was nervous. She’d been happy after meeting Aiden and saving him, thinking maybe she could help bring about a destined romance later.

She even felt this was fate, a relationship God had granted her.

But now there was someone else between them, and it made her very uncomfortable.

Skye Dawson said, "Are you still planning to notify his family?"

Perry shook her head. "No, we’ll wait till he wakes up." ℯⅇ𝙡.

She was afraid that if she called them, everything she’d hoped for would fall apart.

One withdrawn message and then no response—Tiana thought of a possibility.

Aiden Shaw had gotten into trouble.

Tiana wanted to find Jesse Rivers. He was the person closest to Aiden, so even if he was hiding something from her, he’d definitely know where Aiden was.

Tiana called Jesse several times.

It was always "line busy."

She actually kept calling for half an hour straight, and it was still busy.

This inevitably lined up with what she was afraid of.

She could choose not to guess, not to overthink, not to ask where Aiden had gone—she didn’t want to disturb him.

She hadn’t expected things to get this complicated this time.

She walked out of the ward and searched everywhere for Jesse’s figure, and finally she spotted him in the lobby.

He was clearly in a hurry, phone clutched in his hand, trotting along as he talked, his expression extremely grave.

Tiana shouted loudly, "Jesse Rivers!"

Jesse heard Tiana calling him, quickly lifted his head, waved at her, and walked toward her. He hung up the call in his hand as he came over.

Tiana asked, "You still don’t plan on telling me what Aiden Shaw went to do?"

Jesse’s expression was ugly. "Miss Tiana, Fourth Master... he... he had a car accident!"

A suffocating feeling clamped down on Tiana’s throat, even her fingertips went ice-cold. "What did you say?"

She’d just seen him a few days ago, still able to hold him, to act spoiled in his arms, and today he just...

"Miss Tiana, don’t worry. Fourth Master has already been sent to the hospital." Jesse tried to calm her down.

Tiana’s face went pale. "What are you standing around for? Let’s hurry and go find him."

Jesse froze in shock. "Miss Tiana..."

"We’re going abroad, immediately, I need to see him right now!" Tiana’s words were firm and decisive, and her tone was extremely steady.

But her heart was trembling.

She had a bad feeling: if she still didn’t go to Aiden Shaw’s side...

Her man was going to become someone else’s.

How could she allow that.

Even if he was injured, he had to be lying in her, Tiana Thorne’s, arms!