Chapter 9

"Discharge procedures?" Damian repeated, greatly startled. "When did she do that?" After a moment's thought, the doctor replied hesitantly, "At around 10:00 am today. Her paperwork was all in order…" Damian immediately took out his phone and called Cynthia, but the cold female voice that emitted from the receiver made his brows crease. "Hello, the number you have dialed cannot be reached…" He frowned and called again several times in succession, but he was notified that her phone was turned off every time. The panic he'd deliberately suppressed before rose to the surface once more. Then, he recalled Edward's imprisonment and Cynthia's current situation, which prompted him to put his phone away with a mocking smile. He massaged his aching temples. When had he become so sentimental? Cynthia must have simply lost her temper and run home again, just like before. It made sense. How could she possibly behave herself? She was probably getting ready to raise a ruckus in front of him aga