"Sorry, I was in a rush to get back to the ward and forgot to contact you imdiately. Where are you now? I’ll bring the umbrella over... Oh, the first floor, okay, okay, I’ll be right down."
After answering the voice call and learning that the other party was waiting in the lobby on the first floor, Alia Garcia hurried to press the elevator button.
Ending the call and stepping into the elevator, she finally glanced at the man’s WhatsApp.
The profile picture was... itantei Konan?
The WhatsApp na was simple, just one character: Lin.
It must be one of the characters from his na?
Opening the WhatsApp Monts, it wasn’t hidden, but it was a collection of forwarded dical papers or news.
Alia Garcia understood, oh, so he is a doctor at this hospital!
A doctor driving a Rolls-Royce, tsk, seems like the family background is quite good.
Upon reaching the first floor, she spotted that figure from afar.
Tall and straight, clean and upright, like an elegant and noble gentleman.
His attire looked ordinary, but with Alia Garcia’s years of experience in the fashion circle, she could tell they were low-key luxury brands, not ostentatious, but extrely sophisticated.
Getting closer, she noticed he was wearing glasses, the rimless lenses adding to his scholarly and gentle aura, making him very comfortable to be around.
In that mont, she thought of Snow.
Snow loved handso n the most; if she saw such a fine man, she’d definitely drool and pounce on him.
"Hello, I’m really sorry to take up your ti," Alia Garcia quickly stepped forward, handing over the dripping, outrageously expensive umbrella, thanking repeatedly.
Charles Smith smiled faintly, his fingers gracefully pinching the umbrella as he took it back, "It’s okay. Do you have an umbrella now? What will you do when you go out later?"
"Oh, no problem, my family is coming over with an umbrella."
"That’s good then."
Alia Garcia picked up her phone and, in front of him, deleted his WhatsApp, then turned the screen towards him, "Thank you again."
Charles Smith didn’t expect her to actually delete his WhatsApp right in front of him after just ntioning it casually.
This—
Although he understood her intention was to say she definitely wouldn’t bother him or have any fantasies because of his status—deleting WhatsApp in person was still a bit hurtful.
The man said, half laughing, "This is the first ti soone has deleted my WhatsApp."
"Huh?" Alia Garcia froze, seeing his awkward expression, finally realizing her action seed a bit...
"I didn’t an anything else, purely just—" she didn’t know how to explain.
Because they just t by chance, and with him being distinguished and of the opposite sex, keeping WhatsApp felt...
Seeing her face flush with embarrassnt, Charles Smith interrupted with a smile, "It’s okay, I understand you. But maybe soon you’ll add back again."
What?
Alia Garcia looked at him in shock—what did that an?
Flirting?
He looked so elegant and refined, yet inside he was greasy and narcissistic?
Alia Garcia’s impression of him suddenly took a nosedive.
And the man left this aningful remark, didn’t explain further, and turned to leave.
Alia Garcia snapped back to reality after a second’s delay and turned upstairs.
Waiting for the elevator, she thought of Snow again and couldn’t help but send a voice ssage: "Today I t a super gentlemanly and handso guy at the hospital, the kind with sword eyebrows and bright eyes, like a jade tree in the wind, a noble gentleman type. If you saw him, you’d definitely scream!"
"It’s just a pity, I thought he was a true gentleman, but it turned out he flirted later, which ruined the image. Such a pity, such a pity..."
Snow Fitch soon replied with a voice ssage, quite doubtful: "Really? That exaggerated? More handso than your Mr. Hart?"
Alia Garcia: "Not the sa type, can’t compare! Plus, his family seems quite well-off, likely drives a Rolls-Royce."
Snow Fitch: "Tsk tsk, are you planning to cuckold Mr. Hart?"
Alia Garcia laughed and said, "No matter how good other n are, it’s none of my business."
Snow Fitch teased, "Enough already! So early in the morning, you’re tornting singles, have so decency!" Then quickly followed up with, "You said you were at the hospital? Why are you at the hospital during New Year?"
Alia Garcia: "Ugh... Don’t ntion it, Ethan started vomiting and having diarrhea yesterday evening, then had a high fever at night. I took him to the ergency room all night, and the doctor said it’s acute gastroenteritis, very serious, and he was admitted."
Snow Fitch imdiately called back, shocked, "Admitted? Are you alone in the hospital taking care of Ethan? What about the other two? Did Christopher Hart co over to accompany you?"
Alia Garcia entered the elevator, leaning wearily against the cabin, and said softly, "He also has a bunch of stuff at ho. I didn’t want to tell him, but Jacob Garcia told him, so he ca this morning in the rain."
"Of course he should co! A man should be used when needed!" Despite lacking romantic experience, this late single well understood man-woman relations.
"Alright, I’m going back to the ward, we’ll talk later."
After hanging up, Snow Fitch soon sent another WhatsApp ssage, asking for the hospital ward number.
Knowing she wanted to visit, Alia Garcia thought it was unnecessary, but after so hasty urging from Snow Fitch, she had to send it over.
She could never have guessed that her son’s illness would play a crucial role in indirectly bringing her late single best friend a match.
Back at the ward, Christopher had already fed their son breakfast.
The little guy looked a bit better, his big eyes looking around, seeming a bit bored.
"You should go back and get so sleep. We’re about to change wards, and I’ll stay with him during the day." Seeing the dark circles under her eyes, Christopher felt heartache for her and urged her to rest.
Alia Garcia nodded, "I’ll leave after you guys change wards."
"Alright."
Christopher’s phone rang, he glanced at it and his face darkened slightly, turning his wheelchair to the window to answer it.
While chatting with her son, Alia Garcia feigned drinking a few sips of porridge, inadvertently overhearing Christopher’s conversation ntioning words like bank, venture capital, and financing.
Thinking about the crisis facing Seal-Cloud Corporation, her mood grew heavy again.
Hearing him arrange a eting for tomorrow, and considering the work and market reopening the day after, a storm seed inevitable.
When he turned back, Alia Garcia faced him, her beautiful face filled with concern, "Have you co up with a plan for the company? I’ve been so busy that I forgot to tell you, Dunn Hart and his wife ca to on the first day, asking to persuade you to return to the company."
Before she could finish, Christopher’s already stern face turned even colder, "They looked for you? Why didn’t you tell then?"
"That’s not the point. The point is that the work and market reopening is imminent. How are you planning to handle it? Family fights are acceptable behind closed doors, but now, facing a major enemy, we should unite. I guess you don’t want to see Seal-Cloud really change its na."
Christopher took a slow breath and briefly laid it out, "It’s just a capital struggle. I’ve been secretly gathering strength these days."
Alia Garcia frowned, "Does it need a lot of money?"
"Yes, besides acquiring shares from so Hart family relatives, I also need to buy scattered shares in the secondary market..."
She thought of his wealth that had all been given to her and imdiately asked, "Do you have enough funds? The ones you gave before..."
"Whatever I’ve given you, I won’t take back, no matter what it is. In fact, those are our last resort, ensuring our living capital. Even if I lose here, with that capital, it won’t affect your life and the kids."
Alia Garcia wanted to convince him further, but the nurse ca in, reminding them they could change the ward.
The two had to pause their conversation to move Ethan to a new ward.
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