"I’m not hungry." David Dalton genuinely cared about Trevor, his sorrowful gaze fixed on him, "What do you want to eat, Trevor?"
Trevor shook his head, "I don’t want anything. I’m fine, President Dalton, no need to worry." He slightly lifted the corners of his lips.
"It hurts, doesn’t it?" David really wished he could share the pain, "Thank you for today." But he also felt a wave of fear; fortunately, it was just his arm that got hurt.
"It’s just a minor injury." Trevor said lightly, smiling, "It’s nothing to ntion. As long as President Lane and you are okay, I’m relieved."
Actually, Mia Lane also owed him a thank you.
But Trevor looked at her and spoke first, "President Lane, thank you for donating blood to ."
"Isn’t that what I should do?" Mia felt quite apologetic, "We dragged you into this, and we are also lucky to have you, thank you."
The two exchanged smiles, and the atmosphere in the ward imdiately beca much lighter.
Mia stayed in the hospital with them. She noticed her father’s black hair had even more gray strands, which made her heart ache.
But thinking about her father’s concern and love for Ethan, she felt sowhat comforted.
In the evening.
The sunset at the horizon was beautiful. The layers of fiery clouds had dyed the whole sky red.
Since Mia left, Justin Kingston had no intention to go to the company; his mood had sunk to the lowest point.
Sitting in the rattan chair on the second-floor terrace, watching the sunset gradually disappear, he drank pot after pot of tea, and finally, the night fell.
However, the car’s location still showed on his phone at the hospital.
It really hadn’t moved at all.
Is she not planning to co back?
With his phone in hand, Justin felt a surge of frustration, hesitating whether to call her.
Until he finally couldn’t sit still, he got up, picked the jacket from the back of the chair, and left.
After going downstairs, just as he was walking to the living room’s door, Aunt Zhou ca over carrying a thermos bowl with chicken soup, "Are you going to the hospital?"
"..." Justin stopped in his tracks, looking at her with a bit of surprise.
Aunt Zhou stood in front of him, a kindly smile on her face, "Would you like to go to the hospital and bring this along?"
Justin felt quite awkward.
Aunt Zhou handed the bag to him, advising, "Go on, President Dalton should be there too. Everyone can have so, and bring Madam back. Whatever the issue is, just clear it up."
"..." Justin looked at her, then turned to stride outward.
Aunt Zhou watched him walk out of the living room, seeing him get into the Lamborghini and quickly drive away.
"Alas, he should have gone earlier."
As an onlooker, Aunt Zhou was anxious; the young couple had always been fine, but they just had a fierce argunt. It was the first ti she saw Madam so angry.
The Lamborghini headed towards the hospital, Justin holding the steering wheel with one hand, the other hand resting casually on the car window.
The evening breeze ruffled his hair; his gaze towards the front beca infinitely deep, with mixed feelings in his heart.
In the hospital ward.
The anesthesia on Trevor’s arm had worn off, and the tiny aches began to penetrate into the flesh, but he remained expressionless, enduring it all.
Mia had just gone down to buy them dinner and pushed the door open to enter.
Under the bright lights, she saw the gray strands mixed in her father’s black hair and felt deep pain in her heart. Her father had aged over the years.
From now on, she would definitely be more filial.
Inside, David Dalton had been wrestling internally for a long ti and deed this a perfect opportunity with Trevor and Stella present.
So matters could be attempted to be spoken out...
"Stella." David turned his eyes, "Co over here."
Mia was unpacking the food she had bought. Hearing her father’s instructions, she quickly put down her chopsticks, coming over to the bed.
"Is there sothing you need?"
He took his daughter’s hand and then looked toward Trevor, sitting at the head of the bed, "There’s sothing I think it’s ti to tell you both."
The two young people focused their gaze on him, waiting for his subsequent words.
Just as David started to speak, the ward door opened again.
Everyone turned to look at the sound, only to see Justin walking in, carrying a large bag in his hand.
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