Chapter 135
“Have you finally decided to speak?” Gregory let out a chuckle. “I thought you’d gone mute after your little trip to the station.”
Anathea tried to ignore the sarcasm in his words. She cleared her throat and asked, “Can you take me to the hospital? I want to
see my mom.”
Her tone was filled with a quiet pleading. Though Gregory had assured her that Fiona was okay, Anathea needed to see it with her own eyes before she could truly relax.
Gregory studied the urgency in her expression, then pursed his lips and gave a brief order to Dexter to head to the hospital.
“Thank you,” Anathea murmured after lowering her head. She hadn’t eaten anything, and the lack of strength made it hard to speak.
Her stomach felt empty, and the acidic churn inside made her uncomfortable. She frowned in discomfort.
The next second, a hand with long, elegant fingers appeared, holding out a sandwich toward her.
Anathea blinked in surprise, then glanced over at Gregory.
“Take it,” Gregory urged. “It’s all they had here.”
Anathea took the sandwich, unwrapped it, and took a big bite. She was starving.
She’d never thought something as simple as ham, tomato, and cheese would taste so delicious. She took another large bite. Her cheeks puffed out as she chewed hungrily.
Gregory watched her eat with a frown. In all the times he’d seen Anathea eat, she’d always been dainty and composed, taking small bites. This was different. She was devouring it like someone who hadn’t eaten in a long time.
Had she really not had a single meal since last night? It had been over ten hours. No wonder she looked so drained.
An uncomfortable feeling stirred in Gregory’s chest. “Didn’t they give you anything to eat?”
Anathea swallowed the food with difficulty and shook her head. “They were too busy.”
“You should’ve just asked them for food.” Gregory’s brow furrowed deeper. His tone now carries an edge of disapproval.
Anathea lowered her eyes and stayed silent.
They were too busy questioning her for answers. Why would they have bothered to feed her?
The car fell into a heavy silence once again.
As Anathea swallowed the last bite of her sandwich, she choked and coughed violently. Her pale face flushed slightly from the coughs.
Gregory didn’t look away. Pressing his lips together, he unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to her.
Anathea took the bottle cautiously. She took a sip to soothe her throat before managing to swallow.
“Do you want another one?” Gregory asked stiffly. He felt that with her slender frame, even three sandwiches wouldn’t be enough to put any weight on her.
But Anathea shook her head and declined.
Gregory didn’t push the matter. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest. He’d traveled from Castenea to Syntherra and back, and he hadn’t had a proper rest since last night.
Anathea did her best to stay as inconspicuous as possible, gazing out the window. As they neared the hospital, her phone buzzed with a notification. She’d received a video.
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She watched it. For a moment, a ripple stirred in her otherwise lifeless eyes.
When the car pulled up at the hospital entrance, Gregory opened his eyes. Anathea quickly locked her phone.
Before Dexter could even get out and open the door for her, Anathea had already pushed it open herself. She stepped out in a hurry and strode toward the inpatient building.
Gregory followed her.
“Fortunately, you brought the medication back just in time, Ms. Jacobson. The surgery was a success. If all goes well, Mrs. Jacobson should regain consciousness within 48 hours.”
Outside the intensive care unit, Carl explained the key points of the upcoming recovery process to Anathea. The latter listened carefully and took detailed notes.
Gregory stood beside her. As he saw how her once hollow eyes began to shine with relief now that Fiona was finally out of danger, the deep furrow in his brow gradually relaxed.
“Thank you, Dr. Peltz,” Anathea said with deep gratitude as she shook Carl’s hand.
“There’s no need for thanks,” Carl replied with a smile. When he felt the pressure around him, he looked up to see the man standing next to Anathea. A flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes.
It was him–the man who often appeared on the financial news channels. Gregory Sinclair, CEO of Sinclair Group.
He was just standing there without saying a word, but his sheer presence was enough to make the air feel thicker. His cold gaze was on Anathea’s hand, which was still holding the Carl’s.
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