Judson Nash's eyes lit up slightly. He had been searching for the woman from six years ago all the time. At that time, he was in a hurry to go to the hospital and didn't want to disturb her sleep, so he sent someone to look for her at the hotel later, but she had already left.
For the past six years, he couldn't forget that woman, to the point where he had no interest in other women, becoming his hidden ailment.
It seems that the woman was indeed arranged by his grandfather.
"Beep beep beep..."
As soon as his grandfather finished speaking, the nearby instruments began to emit a piercing alarm.
Judson Nash quickly replied, "Grandfather, I heard you. I will marry Miss Eula Lowe of The Lowe family." He comforted his grandfather to reassure him.
Upon hearing the alarm, Hugo Pitts and the others rushed in and started to give emergency treatment to his grandfather, eventually sending him to the ICU.
At the same time, outside the ICU.
"Doctor, when can my daughter come out? Can I go in and accompany her?"
Eula Lowe anxiously asked the doctor, her eyes red as if she was about to cry again. Angie hadn't been away from her for this long since she was born.
It was all her fault for not taking good care of Angie. She was not a good mother...
"She needs to be observed for 24 hours. You can go back, and come back after 24 hours. We will take good care of her," the nurse said before turning back to the ward.
"Thank you!"
How could Eula Lowe leave? She nodded and waited at the door.
Half an hour later, Judson Nash arrived at the door of the ICU, with a nurse waiting for him there.
"How is my grandfather?"
The nurse quickly glanced at the file in her hand and replied, "Mr. Nash, Mr. Nash is still in a critical period. He needs to be observed for 24 hours. The dean has prepared a resting room for you."
They all knew Judson Nash. He was a friend of Dean Fourteen.
Over the years, he visits his grandfather in the hospital almost every day. He is a very filial child.
Judson Nash nodded slightly and said, "I understand."
As he turned around, he saw a woman huddled in the corner.
Meeting her bright, sparkling eyes, Judson Nash felt a slight tremor in his heart, a strange familiarity as if he had seen her somewhere before.
She hugged her knees, burying her head between her legs, her small toes curled up, helpless and pitiful.
Judson Nash looked at her and inexplicably took off his black coat, draping it over her before striding towards the elevator.
Feeling warmth on her shoulder, Eula Lowe lifted her head.
Seeing the man's cold and stern profile, she asked out loud, "Thank you! How can I return your coat?"
Judson Nash stepped into the elevator and said before the doors closed,
"No need to return it. Regardless of who is sick, you must ensure your own health so that you can take care of the patients."
Judson Nash, who is usually cold-hearted, surprised himself by speaking these words to a stranger.
As the elevator doors closed, he curled his lips and shook his head.
Eula Lowe wrapped the coat tightly around herself, feeling the residual warmth of the man. On this cold winter night, she felt a trace of warmth.
A faint cold fragrance entered her nose, refreshing and pleasant, and somewhat familiar...
Before she could ponder further, a clear call snapped her attention back.
"Mummy!"
The elevator doors opened again, and three figures walked out.
The little boy in the front was wearing a black coat, holding a long white down jacket in his arms.
The little boy behind him wore a gray baseball uniform and carried a pair of snow boots.
The two children looked almost identical, with three-dimensional facial features and handsome little faces. They were clearly twins.
Dewitt, the older brother, walked steadily to Eula Lowe's side, a hint of concern in his eyes.
"Mummy, put on the coat."
He had already noticed the addition of a man's coat on Eula Lowe and probably guessed that a kind-hearted person had given it to her.
Rodolfo, the second child, had a trace of reproach on his small face.
"Mummy, how could you leave Dewitt and me behind? We can help share the burden."
Bending down, he pulled Eula Lowe's freezing feet into his arms, intending to warm them up before putting on her shoes.
The man walking at the back wore a gray coat, noble. His name is Geoffrey Hopkins.
He poured the hot water from the thermos in his hand and handed it to Eula Lowe. "Eula, why didn't you tell me that Angie is sick? I promised to take care of you all."
Holding the hot water, Eula Lowe finally regained her composure.
She smiled slightly at him, "Mr. Hopkins, you saved our lives. I am already unable to repay you, but...could you please help me again?"
Geoffrey Hopkins looked at her with a tender gaze, but she still didn't understand his feelings.
Six years ago, Eula Lowe didn't go to Country T smoothly, but was sold to human traffickers by Melissa Brewer. She escaped along the way but was hit by Geoffrey Hopkins' car.
Geoffrey Hopkins took her to the hospital and later helped her rent a house...
At that time, he truly felt guilty and wanted to make amends.
But later on, he actually had feelings for her.
He wanted to take care of her for the rest of his life, and take care of her children as well...
But this girl kept avoiding him, making him feel powerless.
"Is Angie okay?"
"Yeah, she's fine for now, under observation."
Geoffrey Hopkins helped her sit down on a chair. "I heard you resigned from the finance company."
It had only been a few days since Eula Lowe was transferred to the branch in the city, and now she resigned and came back to City A.
"I will never go back to that kind of company again. They are all cheats, and they specifically target the elderly!" Eula Lowe's face was full of anger. "I will never do anything against my conscience!"
Geoffrey Hopkins offered an opportunity again, "Eula, come to my company. I believe in your abilities."
He wanted to protect her at the present moment.
Eula Lowe shook her head. "I'm already looking for a job. With my qualifications, I might not be suitable for your company."
Dewitt and Rodolfo exchanged a glance and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.
Actually, they could make money too. They made quite a bit of money from stock trading, but they didn't dare to let mom know, otherwise, she would definitely think they did something bad.
The two of them secretly deposited money into her account, but she never touched a penny and still worked hard, taking on multiple jobs to earn a living...
Their mom was just too pitiful...
...
A few days later, in the president's office of The Nash Group.
Judson Nash was sitting behind his spacious desk, signing documents.
His assistant, Myles Lester, walked in to report to him. "Judson Nash, I have gathered information about the situation of The Lowe family's young miss. Her name is Kristina Lowe, 24 years old, and she is the only daughter of Fernando Lowe."
Judson Nash raised his head slowly. "Did you set up a meeting with her? Let us have dinner together tonight."
After Elder Nash woke up for a while, he fell into a coma again. It would be difficult for him to wake up in the future.
His wish was for Judson Nash to marry The Lowe family's young miss, and Judson Nash would naturally fulfill it. Furthermore, she might be the woman from six years ago, which was of great importance to Judson Nash.
"Already made an appointment for 6:30 in a private kitchen, do we need to clear the venue?"
Judson Nash replied lightly, "No need."
"Yes, Judson Nash."