Eric answered the call, but the line was abruptly disconnected.
Must've been a wrong number, he thought with a slight shrug. Eric didn't have much affection for Luke, but since he was Ella's "big brother," he kept a wary eye on him.
Meanwhile, in the ninth-floor VIP ward corridor, Lucas snatched Luke's phone from him with a cold expression.
The call Luke had been trying to make to Eric was cut off by Lucas before it even connected.
"Luke, what's wrong with you? Were you trying to tell Eric about Ella's condition?" Lucas's voice was grave.
Luke's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a cold, bitter laugh. "Father, you've always been rational. How can you justify hiding Ella's illness from Eric? She's planning to have this child—she's running straight toward death!"
Lucas shook his head. "It's slow-progressing… She might actually be able to deliver the baby!"