CHAPTER 622: CHAPTER 622: WHAT EXACTLY DOES HE WANT?

This night, Evelyn Clayton could hardly close her eyes.

Even though James Grant left after she said, "I only love myself," Evelyn Clayton still found it difficult to close her eyes and get a peaceful sleep.

It was not until sunrise the next day that she managed to get a shallow sleep, dragging her exhausted body onto the bed.

Until she was awakened by the maid.

"Miss Clayton, the doctor is here to examine you."

Evelyn Clayton instantly woke up.

She sat up, looking at the maid with full alertness, "What doctor? Where is the doctor from?"

The maid was obviously startled by her reaction and timidly said, "It’s just, the household doctor..."

After saying this, the maid quickly reassured her, "Just to give you a simple physical examination, check your blood sugar and blood pressure or something."

Evelyn Clayton’s hand suddenly tightened, she said in a deep voice, "I won’t, let him leave."

The maid’s expression changed slightly, looking somewhat startled, "Miss Clayton, but sir ordered this—"

"I said go out!" Evelyn Clayton’s voice suddenly rose, with slightly red eyes, "I don’t want to see him, can you understand?"

Watching the maid flee quickly in fright, Evelyn Clayton’s heart pounded fiercely.

She didn’t want it to be like this either...

But the matter of the child must, must not be discovered by James Grant.

James Grant called the doctor today, did he discover something yesterday?

Thinking about how she vomited uncontrollably in the bathroom yesterday, Evelyn Clayton slightly closed her eyes, trembling as she exhaled.

Just at that moment, a knock came from the door.

"Miss Clayton." A gentle male voice sounded outside the door, "My surname is Sherman, Owen Sherman, I’m Director Grant’s private doctor. I mean no harm, just want to do a routine physical examination for you, may I come in?"

The man’s tone and attitude were so good that Evelyn Clayton couldn’t say anything harsher.

She wished she were truly mad right now.

With trembling eyelids closed, Evelyn Clayton replied out of context, "Where’s James Grant?"

There was silence for a few seconds outside, only to hear Owen Sherman say again, "Director Grant is still at the company, do you need me to help contact him back?"

"No need." Evelyn Clayton’s nails unconsciously dug into her skin, tension and anxiety had enveloped her for the past few days.

After a while, Evelyn Clayton slowly said, "Come on in."

Not long after, with a click, the door was opened by someone, and a tall and slender man walked in.

The man had a delicate face, silver-rimmed glasses perched on his rather handsome nose bridge, appearing cultured and refined, truly living up to his name.

After Owen Sherman came in, he didn’t rush forward but stood at the door, subtly observing Evelyn Clayton.

Evelyn Clayton could sense that Owen Sherman was assessing her condition.

Just now, that emotional outburst, falling into other people’s eyes, might really make them think she had some mental issues.

Evelyn Clayton raised her eyebrows slightly, staring directly at Owen Sherman.

Owen Sherman felt a bit emotional upon seeing Evelyn Clayton.

Previously, he had always heard about someone like this beside his boss, and now, finally seeing this renowned person in such a situation, it felt truly intriguing.

Moreover, it’s no wonder his boss would do something so crazy as to lock someone up...

Evelyn Clayton at this moment had cold, emotionless eyes, her slightly pale face bearing no flaw, curled up at the head of the bed like a delicate, fragile porcelain doll.

"What kind of examination do you want to do? Blood draw?" Evelyn Clayton’s nail lightly scratched the tender flesh of her palm, "What exactly does James Grant intend to do?"