Lillian was running around, looking for medicine.
However, it seemed like her grandmother couldn’t catch her breath. By the time she found the medicine and prepared some water, her grandmother’s head had tilted to the side.
“Grandma!”
Conrad immediately walked over and checked on her. “She’s fine. Call Andrew.”
He quickly picked her up, holding her horizontally as he started walking outside. “Hurry up and grab your grandma’s documents and medical records.”
Lillian panicked, unsure of what to do, but hearing Conrad’s calm command, she immediately regained her composure.
Once she had everything, she asked, “Is it okay to go to the small hospital in the county?”
“Just follow me.”
By the time they reached the intersection, Andrew was already waiting in his car.
Conrad carefully placed the old lady into the car.
Lillian noticed that his wounds were bleeding again, and she anxiously asked, “What should we do?”
“It’s nothing fatal. Lillian, you know your grandmother’s health better than anyone. You need to stay calm, okay? When the doctor asks you anything, just call George, understand?”
“I understand, I understand!” Lillian nodded.
Grandma Kristin lay unconscious, curled up in Conrad’s strong arms, feeling like no weight at all.
At the hospital, Conrad went straight to the top floor.
The doctors were already prepared, and they were all familiar faces from George’s hospital.
Lillian was surprised and looked up at Conrad.
“They were specially assigned here because they expected this kind of situation. If things take a turn for the worse, George and the others will come too. Don’t worry.”
Grandma Kristin was already being wheeled into the examination room.
Lillian followed him to the door, then trembled as she said, “Th-thank you.”
Conrad didn’t respond, only clutching his abdomen, his face looking as pale as could be.
Andrew helped him steady himself. “Sir, let’s treat your wounds first.”
“Get the doctor to come over.” Conrad couldn’t leave like this, not with Lillian in this condition.
Lillian seemed rooted to the spot, her nerves unsettled.
Luckily, the doctor quickly came out.
“The old lady’s condition is stable for now. She should wake up soon. There’s no immediate danger.”
Lillian’s lips trembled. “Really, doctor?”
“Really. Don’t worry too much. A regular ward will be fine for her.”
After Conrad finished treating his wounds, he returned and instinctively glanced toward the door of the ward.
Lillian wasn’t there.
She didn’t even care about how badly he’d been injured.
“Where is she?”
“She’s probably in the ward. The old lady just came out of danger.”
Conrad got out of bed, and Andrew frowned. “Sir! She’s not going anywhere.”
“I know.” But Conrad just wanted to see for himself, to feel at ease, to feel comfortable even if she didn’t care about him at all right now.
He moved toward the door.
Inside the ward, Lillian nervously stayed by the old lady’s side. Just looking at her back made it clear how anxious she was.
Conrad stared at her figure, his eyes growing darker.
When Grandma Kristin woke up, Lillian was watching the heart monitor, her eyes feeling a little dry.
“Lillian…”
“Grandma,” Lillian immediately reacted, sitting down beside her. “How do you feel? Is anything uncomfortable? Should I call the doctor?”
“I’m fine. Just a little discomfort in my chest. Where am I?”
“At the hospital. You fainted earlier, so I rushed you here.”
“I’m fine. It’s already dark. Have you eaten? And where’s Conrad?”
Lillian glanced at the lunch box Andrew had brought earlier. She hadn’t felt hungry, so she hadn’t touched the food inside.
“I’ve already eaten.”
“Go home soon. It’s hard to sleep in a hospital.”
“It’s okay. I’ll stay here with you.”
“Lillian, you never listen. Did you lock the doors and windows at home? You should go back. Come again tomorrow morning.”
Hearing her grandma’s reminder, Lillian remembered that she hadn’t closed the door when she left. Since it had been raining frequently lately, she said, “I’ll pack a few clothes, lock the doors and windows, then come right back.”
When the elevator door opened, she met Andrew’s gaze.
He asked, “Has Grandma Kristin woken up?”
“She has. Thanks for asking.”
“Then go see Mr. Conrad. He hasn’t eaten since noon. I couldn’t stop him, but maybe you can.”
Andrew was usually a man of few words, so it was rare to hear him speak that much.
Lillian nodded.
When she was led to the ward, she saw Conrad lying there with a grim expression, frowning, unsure if he had fallen asleep.
“Why aren’t you going back to City N? This small county hospital isn’t where he’s used to staying.”
Andrew’s voice was calm. “He refuses to leave.”
For whom? Everyone understood without saying it.
Lillian bit her lip and opened the door to the ward.
She saw the same lunch box she had seen in her own room.
It looked like it had been prepared by Andrew.
Lillian took out the food from the container, still warm. It was all healthy home-cooked dishes, including a bowl of soup.
Hearing some movement, Conrad impatiently said, “I told you I’m not eating, didn’t you hear?”
Lillian stiffened and softly replied, “Your wounds aren’t healed yet, and you still have a fever. Please, eat a little.”
At the sound of her voice, Conrad finally opened his eyes.
His face was pale from blood loss, and the usual arrogant and domineering look he often wore seemed to have faded quite a bit.
“Has your grandma woken up?”
“Yeah, the doctor checked on her. There’s nothing serious. Thank you for today.”
Conrad wanted to get up, as Lillian reached out and half-supported him.
Conrad, who could have easily supported himself, suddenly seemed to lose all strength, letting his entire weight fall onto her.
Though not overweight, he had been working out for years, and he wasn’t light.
Lillian struggled greatly to help him settle properly.
She adjusted the angle of the old-fashioned hospital bed.
The bed creaked loudly, unlike the quiet, smooth ones at hospitals in City N.
Lillian picked up the bowl. “It’s still warm. Drink some soup to hydrate.”
Conrad couldn’t remember the last time she had been so obedient, feeding him soup.
It seemed like it was before the news of the Brown Family Group and White family marriage alliance had been released. She had still been the same back then.
Ever since that news broke, she had changed.
“How did you remember me?”
“I ran into Andrew.” She said it without thinking, and the coldness in his eyes deepened.
“What you mean is, if you hadn’t met him, you wouldn’t have come, right? Lillian, do you have any conscience?” His voice was hoarse, but his tone was harsh.
Lillian pursed her lips and stayed silent.
Seeing her stubbornness, Conrad suppressed his anger. “Where are you staying tonight?”
“I’ll go home to pack some things and then come back to stay with Grandma.”
Though he had expected that answer, hearing her say it out loud still made his chest tighten.
“Go home tonight. I’ll have someone look after your grandmother. Remember to bring me breakfast tomorrow morning,” Conrad said, then pulled the covers over himself to sleep.
Lillian reached for his blanket, but Conrad frowned and turned to look at her.
She awkwardly withdrew her hand. “I don’t mean anything by it. You’ve only had one bite of soup. You need to eat more for your health. Finish your meal.”
Conrad finally looked at her properly, probably realizing that his tone had been too harsh. He softened a little.
“Lillian, I don’t have the strength in my hands. I want some beef.”
“Another spoonful of soup.”
Lillian really wanted to ask how old he was. He was clearly older than her, yet still did such childish things.
Just as she lifted the spoon, Conrad ordered, “Open your mouth.”
“Huh?” She unconsciously followed his command, and his large hands guided the spoon to her mouth.
Having skipped two meals, her stomach was growling with hunger. As the warm food entered her mouth, she felt some appetite.
“Once you’re full, go home.”
Lillian looked at him as she chewed a few bites.
“How did you know I was in Boyd Town? Can’t you control your need to control everything?”
He had even investigated her neighbors.
It was downright creepy behavior.