Chapter 319 The Ending of Love to the Very End

Chapter 319 The Ending of Love to the Very End

Rachel couldn't help but smile. She reached out and pinched Abigail's little cheek. "Haven't seen you for a few days, and you look so much better, Abigail. How are you feeling? Anything bothering you?"

"Daddy says I'm getting better. I don't suddenly have trouble breathing at night anymore. I want to go home, but Daddy says I can't yet. I need to get a bit better before I can go home."

Rachel gently patted her head to comfort her. . "It's okay. As long as Abigail eats well, takes her medicine, and gets her shots, you'll keep getting better and better."

Abigail nodded with a big smile. "Okay, that's what Daddy says too."

Then she bent down to pick up the paper airplane and held it up for Rachel to see. "Ms. Davis, look! This is the paper airplane Daddy made for me. It can fly really far."

Rachel played with Abigail outside for a few minutes and gave her two boxes of pastries before heading into Louie's room.

She sanitized herself in the outer area before walking into the room.

Louie didn't look too bad actually. He hadn't gotten any thinner, though his energy seemed a bit low at the moment.

"Dad, what have you been doing? You look so tired."

She put her things on the cabinet and noticed two fruit baskets on the wooden coffee table, with many supplements lined up beside them.

She was a bit surprised. "Who sent all these?"

Louie smiled cheerfully, clearly in a good mood. "Your uncle, aunt, and cousin came to see me this morning. We had lunch together before they left. This afternoon, Abigail's grandparents came to see her and stopped by to see me too. I had a long chat with Alexander's father about academic stuff. I haven't talked this much in ages, and it made me really happy."

Rachel wasn't surprised that Michael and his family came to see Louie.

Since Louie transferred to this hospital in the southern part of Dawnlight City, the Parker family members visited at least once every two weeks.

Sometimes it was Michael, sometimes Melissa with Anna, but Andrew, her cousin, came most often.

What surprised her was that Alexander's parents came to see Louie and that his father had such a good conversation with him.

If she remembered correctly, one was an academic in history and literature, and the other was an academic in the medical field - two completely different areas. Could they really understand each other?

But seeing Louie so happy, she smiled too.

Since he was diagnosed with stomach cancer during the New Year, his condition had been up and down, and Louie had never been this cheerful. Even when he smiled, sometimes it was just to comfort her and Matthew, forced out with effort.

Most of the time, his mood was heavy.

Ever since Joan died in that car accident, Louie had been in a bad state, even showing signs of wanting to follow Joan. Later, worried that Rachel and Matthew couldn't handle it, he pulled himself together again.

She knew Louie's love for Joan ran deep.

According to Joan, he spent nearly a year pursuing her back then, and after marriage, he treasured her like a precious gem.

For decades, it never changed, not once.

That's why, when Rachel and Steven got together and saw how devoted Steven was to her, they didn't mind his status as an illegitimate child and happily agreed to marry.

All they wanted was for their children to be happy for life.

So family background and status didn't matter - character was what mattered most.

But lifelong devotion is so rare in this world.

No one can know what the end of love will bring.

There are too few people as devoted as Louie.
No one can predict what will happen in the future, and no one knows how a marriage built on love can fall apart, with both sides turning against each other.

Just like her marriage with Steven.

Now that Louie was in good spirits, though his complexion hadn't changed much, at least there was light in his eyes.

Not as dim and sorrowful as before.

Seeing him like this, Rachel even wondered if she should ask Alexander's father to visit a couple more times.

That way, with Louie in better spirits, his physical recovery would be faster too, and he might even eat more at each meal.

But this thought only flashed through her mind before she dismissed it.

It was just a joke - she could never trouble the Ford Family members like that.

Louie's dinner time was usually around seven.

The caregiver brought the food and had just set up the folding table on the hospital bed when a sweet childlike voice came in. "Mr. Davis, Ms. Davis, I'm here!"

After sanitizing, Abigail ran to the bedside and said with a bright smile, "Mr. Davis, I'm here to eat dinner with you!"

Louie's eyes were full of affection. "Good. Rachel, set up the other table too."

Rachel smiled and set up another folding table. Helen, who was taking care of Abigail, brought over their meal and set it up.

There were four dishes and a soup.

"Abigail, where's your dad?" Louie saw all the food on the table and asked casually. "The three of us can't eat all this. Tell your dad to come eat with us."

"Daddy, he..."

Abigail had just started when footsteps came from the doorway. All three turned to look and saw Alexander walking in.

Alexander looked like he wanted to say something to Abigail, but seeing Rachel, he paused, then smiled. "Rachel? When did you get here?"

"This afternoon." Rachel smiled gently. "Not busy today?"

"I had a major surgery last night that didn't end until after eight this morning. I slept in the staff quarters and just finished making rounds."

Alexander walked over and stopped in front of her, reaching out to poke Abigail's forehead. "When I didn't see her in the room, I knew she must be here bothering Mr. Davis again."

Louie waved his hand. "Don't talk about bothering. Having Abigail here is more lively than eating alone. Don't bother moving everything back - going back and forth, the food will get cold. Just pull up a chair and eat with us."

"Daddy, come on, come on! This fish looks so good today."

Abigail called out cheerfully too.

Alexander smiled, pulled over a chair, and didn't move anything, simply sitting down next to Rachel.

Though the tables were just pushed together, the meal was warm and pleasant.

In this comfortable atmosphere, Louie ate quite a bit more than usual, even finishing the fish that he normally disliked most.

After the meal, the two caregivers cleared the dishes and removed the tables.

While Louie was telling stories, Rachel asked Alexander about her father's condition over the past few days.

She didn't know if Alexander was like this with every patient, but when it came to Louie's condition and data, he remembered everything with incredible clarity.

Even without the medical records or any test reports in hand, he could accurately recite all the data.

He knew it inside and out.

Alexander answered fluently, and whenever he mentioned a technical term, he would pause to let her ask questions. Only when she had no more doubts would he continue.

For each symptom and situation, he also provided solutions and explained everything clearly to her.

By the time they finished talking, over half an hour had passed.

Rachel noticed his voice seemed a bit hoarse and stopped the conversation.

She got up and poured him a glass of warm water. "Sorry for taking up so much of your time and making you talk so much. Have some water for your throat."

"It's fine. Answering family members' questions is part of our professional duty as doctors."

Alexander took the glass, his voice gentle and calm, a hint of a smile in his eyes. He took a sip of the warm water. As it went down his dry throat, for some reason, everywhere it passed felt slightly ticklish.

It made him want to take another sip, one after another.

He finished the whole glass like that.

He stared at the empty glass. It was just plain water, so why did it taste like sweet, dark chocolate?

He smiled, placed the glass on the coffee table, and looked up, meeting Rachel's calm, peaceful eyes.

He paused, then stood up and asked, "When are you leaving?"