Chapter 649: Downcast
Nathaniel Monroe’s expression was grave. "Then we have to find the best doctor in the world. We have to get this treated."
His gaze then swept around the hospital room as he asked in confusion, "Walker, where’s Chloe?"
"What do you want with me?"
An emotionless, electronic female voice sounded from behind him, unfamiliar and strange.
Nathaniel Monroe turned and met Chloe Reed’s crystal-clear eyes. She was just returning, a bag in her hand.
She was holding a phone, and that voice from a moment ago must have come from it.
Nathaniel Monroe shot to his feet, his relaxed demeanor gone, replaced by a certain stiffness. "Chloe, I heard you and Walker were both hurt, so I came to see how you were doing."
He studied Chloe Reed carefully before speaking. "It’s a relief you’re mostly all right. It’s just... Walker can’t see now. I guess he’ll be depending on you to take care of him from now on."
Chloe Reed lowered her gaze and continued typing. "My voice is gone."
"Ah..."
Nathaniel Monroe was completely stunned. A wave of regret washed over him; he wanted to slap himself across the face.
’What was I even saying?!’
’Someone kill me!’
Walker Grant’s voice was tinged with a faint chill. "Is there anything else?"
Nathaniel Monroe said haltingly, "N-no. Nothing."
"Then leave," Walker Grant said, issuing a cold, heartless dismissal. "You’re in the way."
Nathaniel Monroe: "..."
A pitifully wronged expression immediately appeared on his face.
He was about to play the victim to win Walker Grant’s sympathy, but then his eyes landed on Walker’s face, swathed in white gauze.
Nathaniel Monroe: "..."
’I’m such an idiot!’
"All right, well, I’ll get going. Just call me if you need anything," Nathaniel Monroe said, incredibly embarrassed.
"Wait."
The cold, electronic female voice sounded once more.
Nathaniel Monroe looked at Chloe Reed, blinking in confusion. "Chloe, is something wrong?"
Chloe Reed lowered her gaze to type, her slender fingers tapping rapidly across the phone screen. "Before you came here, did you go to Jardinelle? Did you see my grandmother and Noah?"
After the message played, Nathaniel Monroe nodded. "I did. Your grandmother is doing well, but she kept asking about you and Walker. I told her you two were still on vacation and had bad reception, so you couldn’t reply to her messages right away. I saw Noah, too. He’s doing a bit better than before. I think he’s finally starting to accept that he can’t stand anymore. He asked about you—wanted to know when you’re coming home. He said he misses you."
As she listened to his description, Chloe Reed couldn’t help but picture her grandmother sitting on the sofa, her face etched with worry.
A wave of sadness washed over her.
She subconsciously touched her throat.
’Her grandmother would have to find out about this sooner or later.’
’She couldn’t even bear to imagine how heartbroken the old woman would be.’
"We know. You can go now," Walker Grant’s cold voice interjected.
Nathaniel Monroe: "...Fine."
He turned and left the room. Spotting Dylan Finch not far away, he immediately marched over and demanded, "Chloe was hurt too? Why didn’t you tell me?"
Dylan Finch blinked. "You never asked."
Nathaniel Monroe: "..."
His fists clenched.
He covered his face with his hand and sighed deeply.
Dylan Finch asked, confused, "What’s wrong?"
Nathaniel Monroe’s muffled voice replied, "It’s nothing. I just want to die."
Dylan Finch: "?"
「Inside the hospital room.」
"Chloe."
Walker Grant turned his face in her direction.
Chloe Reed walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, tracing a question mark on the back of his hand.