Chapter 673: Messed Up
God only knew how tormented he’d been pacing back and forth outside that hospital room!
Especially when he heard Walker Grant’s incredibly clingy calls of "Chloe," it made his skin crawl!
How could someone be so two-faced?!
How could the contrast be so stark?
So gentle with his beloved wife, yet so cold and heartless toward a good brother like him!
He was truly exhausted!
Now that he’d delivered the message, Nathaniel Monroe didn’t linger. He spun around and left in a flash!
"..."
A deathly silence fell over the hospital room.
After a moment, Walker Grant sighed. "Chloe, my reputation is in tatters."
Chloe Reed looked at him, baffled, and typed out a question. "What are you talking about?"
"My image is ruined," Walker Grant said mournfully. "Someone was here. Why didn’t you warn me?"
Chloe Reed continued typing. "I thought you were enjoying yourself, so I didn’t have the heart to interrupt."
"You have to make it up to me."
Walker Grant started to whine playfully. "My image is ruined, and it’s all your fault."
Chloe Reed was speechless.
She simply put down her phone and ignored him.
"Chloe."
"Chloe, talk to me."
"Chloe, keep me company."
"Chloe... Chloe..."
"..."
Listening to his incessant calls, Chloe Reed felt her ears going numb. She quickly typed, "I’m so tired. I’m going to rest for a bit. Don’t come looking for me, even if it’s important."
Then, she quickly left the hospital room.
Walker Grant listened as the sound of her footsteps faded away. He lowered his head slightly, his face expressionless. No one knew what he was thinking.
Fiona Linton had finished reviewing Walker Grant’s test results and already had a course of treatment in mind. She was discussing it with the other doctors when her phone went off. She took it out and saw it was an email.
Aunt Jensen: [Fiona, have you seen my son, Walker? How is he doing? Is he badly hurt?]
Aunt Jensen: [If you’re free, could you give me a call? Waiting for your reply.]
Judith Pierce had always looked out for Fiona Linton, so a grateful Fiona called her back without hesitation.
"Hello, Aunt Jensen? It’s me, Fiona." Fiona Linton’s sweet voice came through as soon as the call connected.
Judith Pierce’s tone was very gentle. "Fiona, it’s been a while. How have you been?"
Fiona Linton replied, "I’m doing great. I actually heard you came back to the country. Why did you leave again?"
Judith Pierce laughed. "I just prefer being with the rescue team. That kind of life has more meaning and value."
After a pause, she asked, "Fiona, have you seen my son?"
"Yes, I have," Fiona Linton said with a nod. "He’s seriously injured. He’s lost his sight in both eyes. But don’t you worry, Auntie. I’ll do everything in my power to heal him."
"What!"
Hearing this, Judith Pierce’s voice shot up. "He can’t see?!"
"Yes," Fiona Linton replied. But a moment later, she detected something off about Judith Pierce’s tone. "Aunt Jensen... did you not know he was injured?"
As soon as the words were out, she bit her lip.
’Oh no!’
’Did I just mess everything up?’
Judith Pierce also realized she had gotten a bit too emotional. She forcibly reined herself in and said, "I knew. I just... I just didn’t know what his condition was. Since you’re looking after him, please, you must heal him. I’m counting on you, Fiona."