Tall birch trees surrounded the hospital, blocking out the sun year-round.
The iron gates were shut tight. Occasionally, a bloodcurdling scream would echo from within.
Natalie Morgan rang the ti-worn doorbell at the entrance.
Soon, a palm-sized slit slid open on the door. A hostile voice asked, "Who are you looking for?"
"Hello, I’m here to see Thomas Morgan."
"It’s not visiting hours." The slit snapped shut.
Natalie knocked urgently. "I just want to see him for a mont! Just one look is all I need."
The slit slid open again, revealing an impatient face. "Didn’t I just tell you? It’s not visiting hours."
"Then... when are visiting hours?"
"Friday."
The slit slamd shut again.
Natalie’s heart sank with it.
Just as she was about to turn back, another heart-wrenching scream tore through the air from inside the courtyard. She couldn’t help but clutch the front of her shirt.
’No.’
’I can’t let my brother stay in here.’
After returning ho, she cleaned out a room and bought so daily necessities.
In the two years since she’d gotten married, she hadn’t earned a single penny.
Thomas would occasionally transfer her a few thousand yuan.
She had never been willing to spend any of it.
A quick calculation showed she had saved up tens of thousands. This money could cover part of her mother’s expenses at the town hospital.
When she couldn’t afford better treatnt for her mother, all she could hope for was to keep her alive.
’As long as she’s here, I still have a family.’
Grabbing her bag, Natalie Morgan took a taxi to the hospital where her mother was staying.
"Doctor, I’m Yulia White’s daughter. I’m here to..."
The doctor looked up from the dical chart, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "Natalie?"
Natalie was taken aback, but mostly surprised. "Felix? What are you doing here?"
"I’m here to... What are you here for?"
"My mom’s a patient here. I’m here to pay her hospital fees."
Felix Finch pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, looking confused. "Isn’t your mother at Theodore’s hospital? Why was she transferred here?"
"The fees over there were too high. I couldn’t afford them, so..." Natalie forced a bleak smile. "...Felix, I’m going to go pay the bill now."
Felix stood up and took the bill from Natalie’s hand. "I’m more familiar with this place. Let take you."
"Thank you."
Everyone in the Grant Family, including him as their family doctor, knew that Theodore Grant and Natalie Morgan’s relationship was diocre at best.
But kicking Natalie’s mother out of a hospital with excellent facilities in every respect—that was sothing Felix found very hard to understand.
On the way to the billing office, he asked, "Did you have a fight with Theodore?"
"No."
"At the Grant Group’s hospital, your mother had a good chance of waking up. A town hospital... it doesn’t have the sa quality of care. It’s possible she might..."
"I know."
’How could she not know?’
’But did she have a choice?’
Even the treatnt at this hospital—if Theodore Grant wanted to stop it, he could do it in a matter of minutes.
After they paid the bill, the two of them walked out of the billing office.
In the distance, they saw the most impressive license plate in Riverden—six eights. It could only be Theodore Grant.
After the car parked, Theodore Grant got out first, then walked around to the back and lifted Wanda Lynch out, handing her a crutch.
From start to finish, he was incredibly patient and gentle.
In an instant, she understood why Felix was here. "Theodore Grant sent you, didn’t he?"
"Theodore asked to co get Wanda’s dical records from before her knee surgery. He wants to send her abroad for treatnt. Don’t overthink it."
Natalie scoffed. ’Theodore Grant really spares no effort for Wanda Lynch.’
Wanda Lynch’s knee injury was from an accident.
Back then, she was still a daughter of the Morgan Family.
Although the Morgan Family wasn’t wealthy, they had still paid for Wanda’s joint replacent surgery.
Unfortunately, the hospital’s standards at the ti were limited. The surgery failed, leaving her with a limp. The dication she took during treatnt also damaged her heart and kidneys, leaving her permanently unable to conceive.
Theodore knew full well that another surgery on Wanda’s leg would be futile, yet he was still searching the world for a cure for her.
It’s obvious when you love soone.
And even more obvious when you don’t.
"I won’t disturb you two." Natalie turned away. "Felix, I’m heading back now."
"Okay."
Just as Natalie was about to walk away, Wanda Lynch’s voice, as lodious as a lark’s, called out to her, "Natalie."
Natalie took a deep breath and turned around, her expression serene.
"I knew it was you, but Theodore said I must have seen the wrong person." Wanda leaned against Theodore Grant, a pure and innocent smile on her face. "Natalie, don’t get the wrong idea. Theodore is just helping get my dical records. You know my leg makes things inconvenient."
A pang of bitterness shot through Natalie’s heart.
’Her man really is a good Samaritan.’
"Our Mr. Grant has always been this helpful, and not just to you."
Wanda’s smile faltered. "Yes, Theodore is a good person."
’A good person?’
’How ironic.’
Theodore Grant supported Wanda as they walked inside, speaking to Felix Finch as he went. "Have you found the dical records?"
"I’m still looking for them," Felix replied quickly.
"Then what are you wasting ti out here for?"
Wanda didn’t forget to turn and say goodbye to Natalie. "Well, we’re heading in now."
As Natalie watched them go, seeing how carefully Theodore supported her, treating her as if she were the most precious thing in the world, her eyes suddenly began to sting.
The man she loved with her life and soul was giving all his tenderness to soone else.
「On Friday.」
Natalie Morgan went to Unity Hospital.
The place was heavily guarded, with high walls and electric fences. It was easy to think of the phrase ’escape is impossible’.
She also saw many familiar faces.
There were celebrities who had once been household nas, rich heirs who were always making headlines, and even so officials who often appeared on television.
This place was far more complex than she had imagined.
It would be nearly impossible for her to get Thomas out of here on her own.
After taking a number, she was directed to a cold, empty room.
There weren’t many visitors, and everyone seed weighed down by their worries, sitting in silence.
"Number 04, is Thomas Morgan’s family here?"
"I-I am." Natalie excitedly held up her number card. "I’m Number 04."
The staff mber who called the number gave Natalie a detached glance. "Follow ."
Natalie followed the staff mber’s steps, turning left and right, going up and down stairs, before being led into a room furnished with only a single table.
"Wait here."
"Oh, okay."
She sat down anxiously, tightly gripping the strap of her bag.
Ten minutes later, Thomas was wheeled in.
"You have half an hour. Say what you need to say quickly." After leaving him there, the staff mber left.
The man in the wheelchair had a vacant stare. His shoulders were hunched, his back was stooped, his cheeks were hollow, and his face was covered in patchy stubble. Natalie’s eyes imdiately reddened.
"Thomas." She knelt in front of him, calling his na softly.
"Thomas, can you hear ?" She took his large hand in hers, rubbing it gently, her eyes bloodshot. "Are they bullying you in here? Tell ."
"Thomas, what did they do to you? Why are you like this? Please, just say sothing, okay?"
"It’s , your sister. Look at . Did they hit you? Are they not feeding you? Did they hurt you?"
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