Christina Sanchez was cooking herself and wondered when she saw Neal Williams coming straight through the door, “Eh, why are you back all of a sudden? Didn’t call first.”
“Mom, is Dad back yet?”
“Upstairs in the study on the phone. You go wash your hands and tell your dad to come down and eat with us.”
“Hmm. Got it! I’ll go get Dad first.” Neal Williams answered and hurried upstairs.
Christina Sanchez was untying her apron and looking at his hurried back.
“What’s the hurry.” While shaking his head, he turned to go into the kitchen again to temporarily add a dish for his son.
…
Beck Williams had just hung up the phone when Neal Williams walked right in as he pushed the door open.
After a moment of surprise, Beck Williams spoke up and admonished him, “You don’t come back for a few days and you can’t even knock on the door anymore?”
“Dad, I have something urgent for you.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t you know a lot of medical experts? Any experts in treating this aspect of the pancreas?”
Beck Williams was flipping through government documents when he heard his question and couldn’t help but look up at him twice more, “What? Who’s sick?”
“A friend of mine’s mother.” Neal Williams paused for a moment and added, “It’s likely pancreatic cancer. But it’s too soon to be sure.”
“What friends? A client? A subordinate? Or … the girl you talked about last time?”
“Dad, don’t worry about that for a minute. Just tell me, is there an expert in this area?”
Beck Williams looked at his son twice, still relaxed, “So worried? It seems to be the latter. What’s the name? When do you plan to bring it back to your grandfather?”
“Dad!” Neal Williams lost some patience.
“Do you have the medical record book? And all the examination reports, scan down the contents and send them to me, I’ll send them to Professor Wu for you to look at.”
“The medical record book is not available, but I got the test report from the hospital.” Neal Williams took the report directly out of his shirt pocket and spread it out in front of his father, “Here’s the scan, you help me get that Professor Wu to look at it right away.”
“Hmm.” Beck Williams picked up the examination report and walked toward the scanner. As he did so, he casually flipped through the information and saw the name on the report, and he was on his feet.
“Charleen Davis?”
The fox chewed these three words, fingers, has been uncontrollably rubbed up.
“What’s wrong?” Neal Williams asked, somewhat suspiciously, when he saw him stop suddenly.
“About how old is this patient?” Beck Williams asked, suddenly turning his head.
“Isn’t it clearly written in the report? Just turned 52.”
52 years old.
Is it a coincidence?
Beck Williams gripped the report tightly, “The girl you fell in love with is her daughter?”
“… hmm.”
“So, what’s the last name? What’s the first name?” Beck Williams pressed sharply.
“Dad, you’ve actually met her.”
“Me? When?”
“Last time at the annual meeting, remember, Lewis Brown took her to say hello to you.”
Frown and think back.
Suddenly remembered that seemingly but not the figure, that moment, Beck Williams like struck by lightning, the whole person is dumb on the spot.
“Is that girl … surnamed Ye?”
“Dad, how do you know?” Neal Williams was getting stranger by the minute.
Beck Williams excitedly flipped through the stacks of papers, not answering his son’s question, but quickly scanning all the reports into the scanner.
Neal Williams’ suspicion deepened as he looked at the heavy medical test results and then at Beck Williams’ face. Father’s hands were shaking, was it his own illusion? This mountain of a man, who calls the shots in the political world, never works, but today is …
“You know her?” Walking slowly over to her, Neal Williams’ eyes dropped slightly to the words ‘Charleen Davis’.
“What hospital is she in now?” Ignoring his son’s words outright, Beck Williams focused on his own question.
“Taian.”
Neal Williams lips twitched and was about to ask something when Beck Williams suddenly raised his head to meet his eyes.
“You know what happened today, and I know it!”
“So, you mean … to hide it from Mom?”
Beck Williams just ‘hmm’ out of his nose, no more words, and then turned back to the computer, his eyes fell on the screen for a long time.
The light of the computer, shining in that pair of sharp eyes. As if there is a magical power, let those years polished refinement and sharpness gradually dissipated, the eyes become more and more complex and interspersed with wisps of soft light.
Underneath the tenderness, there are even a few hard to hide the guilt.
Neal Williams pulled up a chair and sat down, “Dad …”
“Neal, what are you guys still talking about that you don’t even need to eat?”
Without waiting for him to say anything, Christina Sanchez suddenly pushed the door open.
Beck Williams looked up at his wife, his hands already motionless as he covered the information in the computer.
There, Neal Williams is also a shrewd man. After a quick glance at his father, he stood up and took his mother’s shoulder, “I’m going down. What have you made that I like to eat?”
“Just go down there and find out.” Christina Sanchez was not the least bit suspicious.
In the past, if there was anything, the father and son were talking about things behind closed doors like this.
“You guys go on down, I’ll pack up and be right down.” Beck Williams got up and took the information off the scanner, sealed it in a kraft paper bag without haste, and looked at the back of Neal Williams pushing Christina Sanchez out, “I’ll keep the stuff for now, I’ll get back to you when I hear something.”
Neal Williams paused in his steps and did not look back. At first, he would worry that his father would not help, but now it seems … afraid that in the future, his father will not put less effort than he …
…
Andrea Jones was about to clean her lunchbox. As soon as the door opened, a figure was standing two meters away. Even at 50 years old, the figure is still as tall as a pine.
He did not walk to the door of the ward, but just stood there thoughtfully.
More than 50 years, in that face engraved not the vicissitudes, but a more dazzling calm and atmosphere.
Originally only a quick glance, Andrea Jones turned around and was about to leave. But the moment he turned his head, he suddenly remembered that this person looked familiar.
“Miss Jones, he’s one of your visitors, isn’t he? Standing here early in the morning, it’s been hours, and he’s not coming in.” The nurse just happened to come over and whispered to Andrea Jones in a low voice. Her eyes strayed over each other’s figures and darted away again.
Andrea Jones looked over again, but the other side also looked directly at her. The eyes are deep and seemingly searching, with a light smile underneath them.
There is uneasiness in the heart.
She couldn’t think of a reason for this man to come to her, other than it was because of his son.
Setting the lunch box on the window sill of the ward, Andrea Jones slowly walked over to it.
“Mr. Williams.”
Without responding immediately, Beck Williams simply looked her over from the top down. Seeing how she looked a little shaken by herself, before smiling and asking, “Andrea Jones?”
She nodded shallowly and just waited for the other side to open up.
Unexpectedly, Beck Williams just put his hands behind his back and stared at the closed door of the hospital room.
“How is she … doing?”
“Hmm?” There was a moment of confusion, craning her head to follow his line of sight, before Andrea Jones asked, half-aware, “My mom?”
Beck Williams nodded slightly, “What did the doctor say?”
“We’re all still waiting for the results.” Andrea Jones looked at him quizzically and pondered for a moment before asking, “Are you and my mom …?”
“…” There was a long silence before Beck Williams spat out three low words, “Old friend.”
Three words, an understatement, but, it seems to hide a strong to melting sentiment.
“So that’s it.” Although he guessed, Andrea Jones could not help but be surprised in her heart. Were he and Mom really just ‘old friends’? If so, why had he stood outside the hospital room for so long without going in?
“My mother has just eaten and is taking a nap at the moment. Would you like to come in?” Without further thought, Andrea Jones politely invited.
Looking into those clear eyes, Beck Williams felt like he had fallen into history for a moment and was lost in thought.
“Mr. Williams?” seeing his silence, Andrea Jones called out in a low voice.
Beck Williams then snapped back to attention, to her questioning eyes, he also did not answer, only a slight side step forward. Did not immediately push open the door, but stood in a daze at the door, looking in through the small door window.
The eyes are long and complicated. It seems to be desperately wanting to get closer to the people in the ward, but it’s as if something is pulling him, so he doesn’t dare to go forward.
Andrea Jones looked at the hesitant back, but in the end, she stepped forward and whispered, “Don’t worry about going in, Mom just took her medicine and slept quite deeply, she won’t wake up yet.”
Hearing this, Beck Williams then pushed open the door and sank in.
Andrea Jones didn’t follow him in, but just probed and looked, and then leaned thoughtfully against the wall of the doorway and waited quietly.
…
Afraid of waking the person in the hospital bed, Beck Williams put his footsteps more gently. Pulling a chair, he sat down in silence. From the moment he pushed the door in, he never took his eyes off Charleen Davis’ face.
Not seen for over 20 years.
Time has pierced the magnificent veneer of youth, all etched indelible traces on them.
The first time I looked at the frail face, I had completely forgotten the scene, but now it was like playing a movie, a frame flashed. The eyes are hot, fingers are uncontrollable to reach out and stroke her forehead.
Movement, gentle.
Just like it used to be when I was young.
Memory, all of a sudden also followed back to the past …
That year, early summer.
The temperature is so high that it makes you irritable.
Dozens of recruits were sent to the mountains for support. The mix of smells on the country buses was more than annoying.
“Hey! Young master, you look so pale, you’re not getting seasick, are you?”
When Beck Williams covered his stomach and leaned back in his chair, Yunxin, the Yun family boy, came over.
Beck Williams, who is accustomed to the usual clothes and food, was assigned to this kind of shitty place, the heart is already angry, plus this moment is not feeling well, even more furious.
“Go away go away! Leave me alone!”
“Tsk, your master is just intentionally tossing you around!” If not for Commander Mr. Williams’ words, who would dare to send Young Master Jiang to such a place?
Not to mention the good, mention this young and exuberant Beck Williams more and more feel angry.
What are you playing outside without? In the past, women surrounded him, which annoyed him a lot, but now he can’t even see the shadow of a woman in the army.
The difference is too big!
Covering his stomach with severe pain, he stood up, moved behind the driver, and impatiently tapped the other party’s shoulder: “Hey! Stop the car!”
“Go back and sit tight!” The driver is an old soldier, when has he not seen such young and rash recruits? No matter what kind of big shot you are, you’ll still be made to obey in the end.
“I told you to stop! Hurry up!”
The veteran driving the car grunted and simply didn’t bother to pay him any attention.
Where had Young Master Jiang ever suffered such contempt? To him, this is simply a naked insult. Annoyed to gnash his teeth, like a rabid lion angrily pounced over to pick up the driver and fling him away.
There’s a mountain road in front of us! This is too dangerous!
Everyone in the car sucked in their breath. Is this young master Jiang crazy?
“You’re crazy!” Suddenly, a stern cry came.