The Russian Billionaire's Secret Heir

Chapter 2

A few minutes later, they arrived at the hospital, and the nurses quickly took charge of the lady. Iris's assistants didn't let her get out of the car, concerned that it would attract paparazzi and for her safety as well. The ambulance called by her team also arrived, and the crew reunited with them at the hospital.

An hour passed, and the nurses began asking questions to those who brought the lady in, inquiring about family members they could contact. Iris's assistants exchanged puzzled looks, knowing this was their first encounter with her and feeling helpless in the situation.

Once the nurses finished their questions, Iris hadn't seen the woman again. They left the hospital after the staff contacted her family.

As they made their way to the hotel, Iris asked her assistant, "Is my flight to Ibiza ready?"

"Yes, it's all set," her assistant replied.

Iris sighed and lowered her head, feeling utterly exhausted. So much had happened throughout the day, and she didn't quite know how to process it all.

"Great, I'm flying to Ibiza tonight," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to muster some energy.

*Meanwhile on the other side*

The woman who had fainted was being treated in the hospital. Nurses were checking her vitals and asking her questions, trying to assess her condition. As she began to regain consciousness, she looked around in confusion, the room bright and sterile.

One of the nurses noticed she was awake and approached her gently. "You're safe now. Can you tell us your name?"

The woman blinked, trying to gather her thoughts. "I... I'm not sure. What happened?"

The nurse smiled reassuringly. "You were in a car accident. Someone helped you—do you remember that?"

As fragments of the day came back to her, she thought of the kind stranger who had rushed to her aid, and a sense of gratitude washed over her.

"Yes, yes, my name is... Clara Alesich," she responded, watching as the nurse wrote it down.

"Okay, Clara. We've contacted one of your family members, and I believe it was your husband who answered the phone. However, since he's in Russia, it will take some time for him to get here," the nurse explained gently.

Clara's heart sank a little at the thought of her husband being so far away. "I understand. Is he okay? I hope he's not too worried."

The nurse nodded reassuringly. "He was relieved to hear you're safe and being taken care of. He'll be here as soon as he can."

Clara took a deep breath, feeling a mix of gratitude and worry. "Thank you for helping me. I don't remember much after the crash."

"You're doing great," the nurse said, offering a comforting smile. "Let's just focus on getting you stable for now. Do you have any other questions or concerns?"

Clara shook her head, feeling a little more at ease. "No, I think I just need a moment to process everything."

As the nurse continued her assessment, Clara's thoughts drifted back to the person who helped her and how she had rushed to her side. She felt a growing determination to reach out and express her gratitude once she was able.

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His phone suddenly rang, and when he answered, it was his father on the line. "Да, папа?" Chase replied, still seated in his private villa, focused on his work.

"Chase, мне только что позвонили из больницы в Нью-Йорке и сказали, что твоя мама попала в автокатастрофу. Я еду туда," his father said urgently.

Chase's heart raced as he processed the news. "Что?! Когда? Она в порядке? Я лечу в Нью-Йорк." He immediately stood up, adrenaline coursing through him.

His father's voice remained calm. "No, it's alright. Just do what you need to do in Ibiza and don't worry about it. I just wanted to let you know because it's your mother. I'll be there for her."

Chase slowly sat back down, his mind reeling. He let out a deep sigh. "Fine, just let me know how she's doing once you get there. Call me if you need me." After hanging up, he crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, deep in thought about his mother and the situation unfolding in New York.

Chase tried to refocus on his work for a moment, but his mind kept drifting back to his mother's accident. The worry gnawed at him, making it impossible to concentrate. Finally, he decided to step outside and take a walk on the beach.

As he strolled along the shore, barefoot in the warm sand, he held a bottle of beer in one hand. The sound of the waves crashing and the strong breeze helped clear his mind a little. He took a deep breath, letting the salty air fill his lungs, trying to find solace in the rhythmic ebb and flow of the ocean.

With each step, he felt the tension easing, even if just slightly. Chase gazed out at the horizon, lost in thought, hoping for the best for his mother while trying to appreciate the beauty of the moment.