"Ah, you can just go with Sophie Smith." This ti, Eva Miller also sided with Sophie Smith, "Just ask the driver to send Sophie to President Land’s hospital. I’ll take a cab back with you."
Seeing Eva Miller speak up, Luke Land couldn’t say much more.
He reported Asher Land hospital’s address to the driver, who nodded understandingly.
"Goodbye." Sophie Smith rolled down the car window, her lips curved into a smile.
Indeed, thinking about finally seeing him in over two months made her feel a bit excited and happy.
She thought again about the recording she sent him.
He said, Sophie, if I get better, let’s get married, shall we? Go to Bali Island, a place you once wanted to visit.
Though she wondered if he still rembered after these two months?
With a mix of anxiety in her heart, she rushed to Winston Hospital, the best and most authoritative hospital in the United States.
Sophie believed that this place could completely cure the illness left by Asher Land.
Luke Land had already called Robert Williams in advance, and as soon as Sophie got out of the car, she saw Robert standing conspicuously in the hospital lobby, waiting for her arrival.
"Miss Smith." Robert greeted her with respectful manners, bowing his head.
"Would you kindly take to see him?" Sophie tried to make her voice sound calm, although she indeed felt a little uncontrollably excited at the mont.
Robert nodded in agreent, leading the way and taking her to a special elevator heading to the VIP ward.
"Asher Land...how is he now?"
Even though she was about to see him, she couldn’t help but ask Robert in advance; she just wanted to ntally prepare herself first.
"President Land..." Robert hesitated for a mont, "President Land’s condition has been sowhat unstable lately, though the surgery was successful. It’s just that the body might inevitably struggle to adapt afterward, and he’s in recovery now, so Miss Smith, don’t worry too much."
Despite Robert’s light words, he’d been observing Asher Land endure significant pain during the post-surgery rejection phase.
With a ding, the elevator doors opened on the quiet and undisturbed 18th floor.
This floor is dedicated to Asher Land’s recovery, featuring only his ward, a nurse’s office, and a doctor’s office.
This is his convalescence space.
Robert pointed to a distant spot; the room at the end was Asher Land’s ward.
After giving Sophie directions, he discreetly retreated.
She stepped silently on the plush Persian carpet, approaching his ward.
So nurses passed by, surprised to see Sophie.
This floor is exclusively for the Golden Era Consortium’s boss. Where did this woman co from? Usually, she shouldn’t be able to co up here.
One nurse wanted to stop her, but Sophie made a quiet gesture.
"I am Asher Land’s fiancée."
Fiancée?
The nurses were taken aback, looking at the composed and elegant woman exuding a noble aura, sowhat at a loss.
But they had no ans to delve further, thinking if anything, entering Mr. Land’s ward would confirm it. It was best not to ddle now, lest they offend the future Young Madam of the Golden Era Consortium’s third master?
The nurses let her pass.
Sophie continued walking forward, finding the 18th floor exceptionally spacious. It took her a full two to three minutes to reach Asher Land’s ward.
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