In the car, the man showed his face, but he looked nothing like what Angie described as two older brothers. He was a middle-aged bald man with a pair of black-framed glasses on his nose.
Disappointment was evident in Angie's eyes as her head drooped.
The man cursed a few times, and Eula Lowe had to quickly apologize, saying she mistook the person.
Eula Lowe lifted her up. "Angie, that's enough. Let's go home."
...
Late at night, Eula Lowe parked an old Charley car hastily outside the Fourteenth Hospital.
"Hey, you can't park here!"
Ignoring the security guard's obstruction, Eula Lowe carried her youngest daughter from the passenger seat and rushed barefoot into the hospital.
She couldn't hear anything now, nor could she see anything.
All she can think about is saving her daughter!
"Doctor, doctor!"
She rushed into the emergency department, trembling all over, "Please save my daughter. She's having a seizure due to a high fever!"
As she spoke, tears were already falling.
The doctor quickly took the unconscious child, "Wait outside, we will provide urgent care." The nurse escorted her out of the emergency room, "You go pay the fees first. Here's the invoice. She needs to be hopitalized. She may need to go to the ICU."
Eula Lowe nodded, "Okay, okay, please save her."
She couldn’t bear that Angie has any problems. What if her brain gets damaged from the fever? She was perfectly fine earlier when she came back from the neighboring town, but suddenly started having a fever at night.
Eula Lowe didn't dare to think, crying as she walked towards the payment counter.
Just then, a hurried sound of footsteps could be heard at the entrance of the hospital.
A group of men in suits walked in, with the tallest man leading the way.
He was wearing a black coat, with all the buttons meticulously fastened.
His features were deep-set, his dark eyes slightly raised.
His thin lips were tightly sealed, showing dominant and distant.
As he passed by, people made way for him.
Eula Lowe walked forward, oblivious to the approaching people.
Suddenly, her head started hurting, and she bumped into a solid chest.
"Ah!"
She lost her balance.
A familiar fragrance reached her nose, and instinctively the man extended his long arm, firmly gripping her slender waist, preventing her from faling down.
"Thank you..."
Eula Lowe raised her head, meeting the cold glare of the man, instantly freezing in place.
She wasn't frozen by the temperature in winter, but rather by a single glance from him. Was he made of ice?
Judson Nash straightened her up, reminding her without any fluctuations, "Miss, please keep your eyes on the road."
With that, he continued walking ahead, leaving behind a tall and broad silhouette.
Eula Lowe remained dazed until he walked towards the elevator, only then did she snap out of it stubbornly, turning her head and saying, "Sir, please look carefully too."
Clearly, he bumped into her, right? What a domineering man.
The man who entered the elevator heard her words, and his deep and mysterious gaze turned towards her.
Only then did he notice that this woman was dressed in an old-fashioned nightgown, her hair disheveled, her eyes red and swollen from crying.
How disheveled she looked.
His gaze shifted downward, noticing that her feet were bare, her toes freezing red, and her delicate fingers had a few scratches...
The elevator doors slowly closed, completely cutting off his sight.
Judson Nash retracted his gaze and went straight to the VIP ward on the tenth floor.
Six years ago, he had slept with a woman, and the next morning, he received a call from the butler saying that Grandpa Nash was seriously ill, after which Grandpa fell into a coma. He had sought out renowned doctors from all over the world, but none were able to cure Grandpa.
Little did the old man wake up tonight without any warning, and Judson Nash rushed over immediately.
There was a man in a white coat standing at the door of the ward, tall and skinny. His name was Hugo Pitts, a good friend of Judson Nash.
"Judson, the old man is really awake, and he specifically asked to see you."
"Thank you for your hard work." Judson Nash nodded slightly and said to his friend, "I'll go see my grandfather."
He pushed open the door and walked into the ward. Mr. Nash was covered in tubes.
As soon as he saw the visitor, he looked at him eagerly and slowly raised his hand with great effort.
Judson Nash quickly went over, held his grandfather's hand, and said excitedly with a trembling voice, "Grandfather, you're finally awake."
Seeing him release his fingers and point to his own mouth, Judson Nash knew that his grandfather had something to say, so he leaned in close to listen.
Mr. Nash struggled to speak, "Marry... marry the Miss of The Lowe family..."