"I’ve already had Roye reach out to many hospitals both at ho and abroad. We’ll have news soon."
"Howard..."
Howard put down his knife and fork, his gaze fixed on Rebecca Quentin.
Rebecca Quentin stared at Howard without blinking, as if she had sothing to say to him, but hesitated in her heart.
Howard asked softly, "What do you want to say?"
Rebecca Quentin quickly withdrew her gaze and shook her head, "Nothing."
"Then hurry and eat. Don’t you want to finish early and go to the hospital?"
"Yes."
Howard took Rebecca Quentin to the hospital and then left.
Rebecca Quentin bought so food and other items, preparing to stay overnight at the hospital.
Aunt Clare heard Rebecca Quentin say she wanted to stay overnight at the hospital to keep her company and imdiately refused, "No need, you ca to the hospital straight from the airport without resting. You should go to the hotel to take a bath and have a good sleep!"
While helping Aunt Clare pour hot water, Rebecca Quentin said, "When I was sick as a child, Dad was busy with work, and you stayed in the hospital with just like this."
Aunt Clare explained, "But I’m not a child."
Rebecca Quentin handed the water to Aunt Clare, chuckling, "In my eyes, you’re just a big kid now who needs soone to take care of them."
Aunt Clare took the water. Her fingers trembled slightly due to her weakened state.
Rebecca Quentin helped Aunt Clare hold the water cup.
After taking a sip of water, Aunt Clare said, "There’s really no need for you to stay with this old woman. The nurse just told there would be two caregivers taking shifts to look after at night. I can ask them if I need anything. Do you think staying at the hospital would make you better at caregiving than them?"
Rebecca Quentin sat by the bed, "But I want to chat with you."
"You can co back to chat tomorrow."
"But..."
"No buts. I’m fine."
"Aunt Clare, besides my sister, you’re the closest person to in this world... so if anything happens in the future, please don’t hide it from , okay?" Thinking about how Aunt Clare had borne the pain alone for the past six months, Rebecca Quentin felt deeply guilty.
"Silly girl, this kind of illness is hard to cure completely. I don’t want to burden you..."
Rebecca Quentin quickly said, "It’s not hard to cure completely. The doctor said once we find a suitable kidney donor, you can undergo the surgery anyti. As long as the surgery is successful, you will be cured."
"Finding a suitable kidney donor isn’t that easy."
"I’m already trying to figure it out. We’ll have news soon."
"Where do you have the money to find a kidney donor?" Aunt Clare suddenly asked.
"Uh..."
"You switched to the best hospital room and hired the best caregivers. Is all this money yours?" Aunt Clare asked sensitively.
"I..." Rebecca lowered her gaze.
Aunt Clare eagerly guessed, "Is it your boyfriend? The boss of that ’QCS’ decoration company?"
Rebecca Quentin was still thinking about how to explain to Aunt Clare when she heard her say this and hurriedly nodded, "Yes... yes!"
Aunt Clare said excitedly, "Has he co? I really want to et him. I want to know who has such a discerning eye."
Rebecca Quentin forced a smile, "He’s very busy. It might take so ti before he can co to see you."
"That’s fine. In my current state, it’s probably not good for us to et either."
Rebecca Quentin quickly changed the topic, "Aunt Clare, is there anything you want to eat tonight? I’ll go buy it now."
Aunt Clare shook her head, "The hospital provides special als for , they’ll deliver it later."
"Alright, I’ll go ask the caregiver to add a bed." Rebecca Quentin said as she stood up.
Aunt Clare hurriedly said, "Please don’t, Miss. I’m used to sleeping alone. Having you suddenly by my side, I might not be used to it."
"Really?"
"Of course, it’s true. You see, we’ve been master and servant for so many years, even when you were a child and said you were afraid of the dark, I never slept with you."
Thinking about how she insisted Aunt Clare sleep with her because of her childhood fear of the dark, Rebecca Quentin couldn’t help but smile, "Then I’ll stay here and chat with you. I’ll leave when you feel sleepy."
"Alright, we haven’t seen each other for half a year. Tell more about you and your boyfriend... by the way, I don’t even know his na yet!"
It wasn’t until Aunt Clare brought up this question that Rebecca Quentin suddenly realized that her "relationship" was publicly known, yet she didn’t even know the na of her "boyfriend."
Aunt Clare asked again, "What’s his na?"
Rebecca Quentin could only randomly fabricate a na, "Uh, his na is Chester Robinson." Forgive her, as this was the only unfamiliar male na that ca to her mind at the mont.
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