"It’s alright, you can go out!"
The young nurse pouted but obediently said, "Okay, I’ll be on duty tonight, just call if you need anything."
As the young nurse was about to leave, Chester suddenly spoke, "Hope, could you bring a damp towel..."
The young nurse reluctantly turned around, maintaining her composure in front of Chester, and nodded, "Okay."
After a while, the young nurse returned to the ward with a basin of water and a damp towel...
Chester placed his hand on Rebecca Quentin’s forehead and, realizing her fever was still astonishingly high, rolled up his shirt sleeves and personally wrung the towel to place it on Rebecca Quentin’s forehead...
Rebecca Quentin was sleeping restlessly; when Chester placed the damp towel on her forehead, she suddenly grabbed Chester’s hand.
Chester gently called out, "Becca..."
However, Rebecca Quentin seed to be caught in a dream, shaking her head painfully and gripping Chester’s hand tightly, murmuring in her sleep, "Please don’t leave ..."
Chester sat down at the edge of the bed and softly replied, "I won’t leave you."
"I didn’t want to get rid of our child... Howard Geoffrey..."
Upon hearing Rebecca Quentin whisper "Howard Geoffrey" in her sleep, Chester’s pupils slightly contracted, his eyes half-narrowed.
Rebecca Quentin continued in a state of murmurs, and Chester silently watched her.
It was clear she had suppressed all her emotions from reality into her dream—grievance, bitterness, distress, pain—all revealed by the tear stains at the corners of her eyes.
Chester, who couldn’t bear to see a woman crying, stood up, pulling his hand free from Rebecca Quentin, intending to change the towel for her. But as he turned, Rebecca Quentin quickly embraced him from behind...
Rebecca Quentin’s gentle fingers wrapped tightly around Chester’s waist, causing his body to tense slightly.
"Don’t leave , I can’t be without you..."
Chester gently pried Rebecca Quentin’s hand away and turned around.
As expected, still in her sleep, Rebecca Quentin slowly fell back onto the bed when her hands were released...
Chester frowned at Rebecca Quentin’s tear-dampened face, still feeling the force of her embrace.
Rebecca Quentin murmured a few more lines in her sleep before gradually quieting down again...
Chester tucked the blanket around her and then walked out of the ward.
The next day.
The sound of the nurse drawing the curtains woke Rebecca Quentin...
Opening her eyes to see the white ceiling and walls, Rebecca Quentin’s mind was still a bit hazy.
The nurse heard the movent and approached, helping Rebecca Quentin, who was struggling to sit up, and greeted her, "Miss Quentin, you’re awake!"
Rebecca Quentin leaned back against the soft pillow and asked, "Am I in the hospital?"
The head nurse smiled and answered, "Yes, Doctor Robinson brought you to the hospital yesterday."
Rebecca Quentin began to recall the events of yesterday, faintly rembering Chester hastily bringing her to the hospital.
"Where is Doctor Robinson?"
"He took care of you all night and went to rest this morning after seeing your fever had subsided."
"Oh."
"Miss Quentin, are you hungry? Doctor Robinson already bought you so porridge this morning. I’ll heat it up in the microwave, and it’ll be ready to eat."
Having not eaten for almost two days, Rebecca Quentin’s stomach was already empty, and she nodded gently, "Okay, thank you."
"You’re welco." The head nurse then left the ward.
Rebecca Quentin, leaning against the headboard, naturally had no idea what had happened last night, and the scenes of eting Mrs. Geoffrey once again flashed through her mind.
Rebecca Quentin bit her lip in discomfort, a sourness welling in her throat.
Glancing around, she saw her phone on the bedside table, and she reached over to pick it up.
She intended to return Mrs. Geoffrey’s call but accidentally saw a news headline on her phone screen.
"Skytop Group President Howard Geoffrey on holiday with girlfriend in Japan..."
On that small screen, the headline seed to be glaringly magnified, catching her eye so easily.
Holding her phone, she looked at the image of him and Alice Robinson walking along the dusk-lit beach, even though it was just their backs, it caused a tearing pain as if a hole had been torn in her heart.
At this mont, the head nurse walked in with a bowl of steaming porridge...
Rebecca Quentin’s gaze remained fixed on her phone screen.
The head nurse carefully placed the porridge in front of Rebecca Quentin, kindly saying, "Miss Quentin, drink it while it’s hot... it’s very nutritious porridge!"
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