Chapter 222 The Person He Cares About Will Be Treasured
Benjamin watched the whole thing from the side, and after learning about Bianca's situation, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
So young, yet she had already endured so much.
Thinking back to how the Johnsons had just caused trouble.
In front of everyone, they could be so arrogant.
It was easy to imagine how badly Bianca and Olivia must have been bullied when they were with the Johnson family.
Olivia had it so rough...
The key thing was, even after the divorce, she still couldn't escape from that hellhole.
Benjamin sighed and then asked Andrew, "With Bianca's condition, Andrew, what are you planning to do? Are you going to help her recover her memory?
If she forgets everything, will it affect her recovery?"
Andrew said, "Forgetting the hurt isn't necessarily a bad thing. It might actually help her mental state recover faster.
But I can't make this decision alone. I need to ask her mommy's opinion first."
Benjamin understood.
He nodded and said, "Then let's wait until Dr. Garcia gets better."
While the two were talking in the hospital room, Olivia was also transferred from the emergency room and sent to a ward.
Her dirty, messy clothes had been changed, fever-reducing measures had been taken, she was on an IV drip, but she hadn't woken up yet.
The doctor reported her physical condition to Andrew, "She has a bruise on her lower back from a fall, quite a large bruise, but the bone isn't injured. Remember to apply medicated oil and massage it later to relieve the pain. It should be fine in a few days."
Andrew remembered it must have been from that fall on the way down the mountain. "Got it, thank you, doctor."
After a whole night of chaos, everyone was a bit tired.
Olivia was still unconscious, and barring any accidents tonight, they would have to stay in the hospital room overnight.
Evelyn originally wanted to stay herself to take care of Olivia and Bianca, and then call Yara over to help.
But then she thought about what Andrew had said when he protected Bianca tonight.
Honestly, it was so cool!
The way he stood up to the Johnson family with such commanding presence, completely dominating them—it was so satisfying to watch.
Evelyn even selfishly thought it would be great if her best friend could be with Andrew.
He was definitely different from Michael.
If he truly cared about someone, he would probably cherish them.
Olivia had been hurt before and needed someone to heal her, and Andrew would be a great choice!
Besides, in her view, these two weren't completely indifferent to each other.
Feelings could be cultivated; they just needed the opportunity.
With this thought, Evelyn mysteriously kept quiet and just waited outside.
Seeing this, Benjamin had no intention of leaving either.
It was Andrew who noticed them and took the initiative to say, "It's getting late. You two should go home and rest. David and I will stay at the hospital tonight."
"Alright then, Andrew, thanks for your hard work!" Benjamin cheerfully agreed.
He somewhat understood Andrew's feelings, so he didn't want to be a third wheel. He even took the initiative to say to Evelyn, "Ms. Thomas, it's getting late. Let me give you a ride home since it's on my way."
Rare for Andrew to take the hint and offer to stay—no one should disturb them!
This aligned perfectly with Evelyn's thinking.
So the two of them quickly left.
With their departure, the hospital room became quiet again.
Andrew held Bianca while keeping watch by the bedside.
Although Bianca hadn't said anything, her eyes kept worrying looking at her mommy.
Later, when Bianca finally couldn't hold on anymore and started yawning, Andrew carried her to Olivia's side.
He said gently, "If you're sleepy, sleep with mommy."
Bianca was very tired, but one hand still held onto Andrew's hand, reluctant to let him go. "Daddy, don't leave..."
Her sweet little voice was so soft it melted hearts.
Andrew chuckled softly. "I won't leave. I'll stay right here watching over you both."
After he finished speaking, he sat back down in the chair by the bed.
Seeing that he really wasn't leaving, Bianca felt relieved and snuggled softly against Olivia, falling asleep obediently.
At Maple Grove Villa, Aurelia came straight over after finishing her business dinner.
She was carrying coffee beans, the kind Andrew usually liked, planning to give them to him and invite him to dinner tomorrow night.
After all, she still had work commitments, and her business trip was limited. She had to leave the day after tomorrow.
But before leaving, she had to complete the task Finnegan gave her!
After ringing the doorbell, the butler came to answer.
Aurelia spoke politely and gracefully, "Is Andrew busy? I brought him something."
The butler didn't expect her to visit at night and told her honestly, "Mr. Hamilton won't be home tonight."
Hearing this, Aurelia's expression changed slightly.
Was he spending the night out with that Evelyn?
Aurelia frowned and immediately sent a message to Tom.
Tom was just a bodyguard and couldn't track Andrew's whereabouts.
Unable to get an answer, Aurelia could only call Andrew.
At the hospital, Andrew saw the caller ID but had no intention of answering.
After two unanswered calls, Aurelia was afraid of annoying him and didn't dare keep calling. Instead, she left a message: [I met with a client today and bought some really good coffee beans from them. I thought of you and wanted to bring them over. Should I deliver them to you now?]
Andrew, who studied psychology, was unmatched in his ability to read people.
He saw right through her attempt to probe.
His eyes flashed with displeasure.
He hated having his whereabouts tracked, and Aurelia knew this but still did it.
This time, Andrew refused directly: [No need to trouble yourself, Miss Sheng. There's plenty of coffee at home that I can't finish. Keep it for yourself.]
Seeing his reply, Aurelia felt a bit disappointed but didn't dare push further.
She was afraid that sending too much would annoy him, so she could only suppress her feelings.
At Silverbrook Manor, late at night, Sophia received a video from her ex-husband.
The scene was at the hospital, with the Johnsons trying to take Bianca back.
Amelia's shouting for Michael to bring Bianca back was especially clear.
After watching it, Sophia trembled with anger.
The Johnsons actually wanted to bring that little fool back—so what did that make her?
How long had she been in the family?
Was Michael already going back on his word?
No way! Absolutely not!
If that little fool came back, maybe Michael and Olivia could reconcile later.
Olivia's status was completely different now. If she wanted to fight for him, Sophia really had no chance.
Arthur sent her another message: [Sophia, are you about to be abandoned?
When can you deliver the money you promised me?]
Seeing him still asking for money, Sophia gritted her teeth: [I'm warning you, you better behave. If I'm exposed now, you won't get a penny!]
Arthur replied casually: [That depends on your performance.]
Sophia was furious at these words.
She was already annoyed enough. The crisis with Michael wasn't resolved yet, and now Arthur was threatening her.
It seemed she really needed to find a way to get pregnant quickly.
Sophia racked her brain, but without Michael's cooperation, there was no way she could get pregnant on her own.
Moreover, Sophia remembered what she had experienced abroad.
When she got pregnant with Aiden, she originally didn't plan to keep the baby.
But the doctor told her that because she had too many abortions, her uterus was permanently damaged.
If she didn't keep this baby, it would be very difficult to get pregnant again, or perhaps she would never have her own child again.
It was precisely because of this that Sophia felt Aiden was her only child and doted on him excessively.
Now, she suddenly felt afraid.
What if she really couldn't get pregnant?
No!
She was still so young, how could she not get pregnant?
That doctor must have been exaggerating.
She had been healthy all these years; she could definitely have another child!
Just then, she heard footsteps at the entrance. Sophia looked back and saw Michael coming home.
She immediately composed herself, greeted him warmly and graciously, her voice soft and full of concern: "Michael, you didn't come home for dinner tonight. Were you working late at the office? You've been so busy lately, you must be exhausted?"
Michael was in a bad mood and didn't want to explain much to her. He responded dismissively, "Yeah."
Not even a word of explanation—his cold attitude made Sophia very unhappy.
This was completely different from how considerate and gentle he used to be with her!
She clenched her fists secretly, her nails almost digging into her palms.
At the hospital, Olivia slept until after eleven at night before finally waking up.
When she opened her eyes, she felt dizzy and her body ached terribly.
After a while, she noticed the white surroundings and the pungent smell of disinfectant, finally realizing where she was.
She seemed to be in a hospital room.
Looking around, there was no one else in the room except Bianca curled up beside her.
Bianca's little hand clutched her clothes, her face flushed as she slept, looking as soft as a rice dumpling.
Olivia's expression softened as she recalled what happened before she passed out.
On the way down the mountain, she had fallen, and Andrew had carried her on his back.
Her head had been fuzzy then, her thoughts scattered, and as her body felt worse, she had fallen asleep.
Thinking about this made Olivia feel even more helpless.
She had wanted to avoid troubling him, but ended up causing him trouble anyway.
Olivia tried to sit up, but as soon as she moved, a sharp pain shot through her lower back.
"Hiss..." She sucked in a breath of cold air, the pain preventing her from moving. She even wondered if she'd broken a bone.
After a moment, she lifted her clothes and looked back at her side.
Her waist area was badly bruised and swollen.
That fall had been worse than she thought.
Just as Olivia was lamenting her bad luck, the hospital room door suddenly opened.
Andrew walked in from outside and unexpectedly caught sight of a slender, soft waist.
The whiteness that met his eyes—because she had pulled up her clothes without thinking someone might come in, she'd pulled it quite high, even exposing the collarbone area.