While Weston’s grandma lay down to rest, Darnell led Weston to the corridor and poured out three Cicada Pills for him.
“Your grandmother is in the late stages of cancer, beyond recovery. You must have known this in your heart. She can hold on for at most six months. Although I can’t cure her, I can alleviate her pain.”
“She has already taken one pill, which will be effective for over a month.”
“When she suffers from another bout of illness, give her the second pill. It should help her through her final days without pain.”
“You shouldn’t feel too sad. She’s over eighty. You should come to terms with it.”
“I’m not sad… I’ve been mentally prepared for this.”
Weston twitched his lips, forced a sustaining smile at Darnell, and carefully accepted the pills.
“This medicine must be expensive, right? If you give them to me, what will you do when you need them?”
Darnell said honestly, “Yes, it’s as valuable as gold, but don’t worry about it. Since I’m giving them to you, it means I can afford to.”
“And I have plenty more on hand. Use it with peace of mind. If your grandmother’s condition worsens and these three pills aren’t enough, you can come to me for more.”
Weston expressed gratitude and carefully stored the three pills. “Mr. Halford, thank you for helping me repeatedly and resolving my crises time and again.”
“I don’t even know how to repay you. I fear even my life wouldn’t suffice as repayment.”
“I never expected any repayment.”
Darnell smiled faintly, “Those who talk about repayment wouldn’t give so selflessly.”
Weston nodded solemnly without speaking.
Darnell patted his shoulder. “Alright, let’s not dwell on it. Go inside and see your grandmother. I’ll check on her condition again before going to work later.”
Weston nodded and followed Darnell back to the ward.
As Darnell checked the old woman’s pulse and assessed her physical changes, Weston drew the curtain between two hospital beds, separating them from sight.
At the same time, several elegantly dressed men and women entered through the door-a couple with an air of arrogance, accompanied by what seemed like a secretary and an assistant.
The middle-aged man in designer clothes walked straight to the bed of the old man and asked with a bright smile,
“Uncle Gavin, how did you end up hospitalized? My mom said you ate too many crabs.”
The assistants quickly placed supplements and fruit baskets beside the old man.
The man named Gavin was resting with closed eyes, recalling Darnell’s miraculous pills. Hearing someone call out, he opened his eyes and immediately brightened upon seeing the middle-aged man.
“Uriel, why are you here? You didn’t need to buy so many things. We’re family. There’s no need for such formalities.”
As he mentioned buying so many things, he glanced at Weston and his grandmother with an indescribable sense of superiority.
“Because we’re family, we should ensure you get proper nourishment, Uncle Gavin.”
Uriel smiled brightly. “I went to your house today to see you, but when I got there, you weren’t home.”
“So I asked a neighbor and learned that you were hospitalized due to food poisoning last night, so I rushed here to see you.”
He then pointed at the delicate woman beside him. “By the way, this is my girlfriend. Just call her Monica.”
The delicate woman greeted him with a charming smile, “Nice to meet you, Gavin.”
The delicate woman had a fairly exquisite appearance and a somewhat voluptuous figure. Her hair was styled in red waves. Today, she wore professional attire-a white blouse and black skirt.
Her refined face carried a hint of aloofness. Beneath her black skirt were long, slender legs-sexy and eye-catching.
Gavin’s eyes lit up slightly as he nodded approvingly. “Not bad, not bad.”
Uriel asked with a look of concern, “How are you feeling, Uncle Gavin? Is there any improvement? What did the doctor say?”
“No major issues.” Gavin raised his voice a bit and continued, “It’s just a food allergy causing some gastrointestinal bleeding. A few days of rest and I’ll be fine.”
“Don’t get so worked up over such a minor issue. You’re the manager of a real estate company, busy every day, yet here you are checking on me. I feel so embarrassed,” Uriel replied with a light laugh.
“No worries. We’re family,” Gavin said casually.
Uriel shook his Rolex. “It’s only right to check on you, Uncle Gavin. Is there anything I can help with? Just let me know if you need anything. No matter how big the problem, I’ll find a way to solve it,” Uriel added.
With a dismissive tone, Gavin replied, “Everything’s fine. It’s just that I’m a bit uncomfortable staying here. It’s too noisy.”
Uriel glanced at the hanging curtain and snapped his fingers. “Monica, if Uncle Gavin doesn’t want to see them, you go make them move out of here. I don’t want Uncle Gavin’s rest disturbed.”
The charming woman laughed lightly, “Don’t worry, Uriel. I’ll make sure Gavin has a peaceful environment.”
After saying that, she walked to the curtain and pulled it back, revealing Weston and his grandmother.
Hearing the commotion, Weston and his grandmother looked up in unison, momentarily stunned at the sight of the beautiful woman.
Monica was taken aback as well.
The old lady’s eyes brightened with excitement. “Monica?”
Weston slightly froze, feeling a bit anxious. “Monica, what are you doing here?”
Darnell narrowed his eyes slightly. Though he didn’t know the woman’s background, he could infer from their conversation that she was Weston’s ex-girlfriend-the woman his grandmother had mentioned.
The old lady quickly called out, “Weston, go get a chair for Monica to sit down and peel her an apple! Monica is so thoughtful, coming to see me so early in the morning…”
Weston’s grandmother appeared excited and moved, clearly indicating that Monica was very important to both her and Weston.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not here to see you,” Monica said coldly, glancing at the old lady without any emotion. “I have no relation to you. Do I look like I have nothing better to do than come here and visit you? Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
Weston’s expression changed. “Monica, how can you talk like that?”
Weston’s grandmother waved her hand. “Weston, don’t get mad. Monica is right. I have nothing worth seeing. Monica, you must be here to see Weston, right?”
“Enough with the nonsense,” Monica said impatiently as Darnell observed her calmly. “I don’t have time to chat with you. I have no connection to you at all.”
“I’m here because my man’s uncle doesn’t like you. I hope you’ll take the hint and move out of the room to give him some peace.”
“As long as you agree to leave, I’ll give you a thousand bucks-that’s more than you’d earn in ten days.”
Weston glanced at the middle-aged man not far away. “Is that your new boyfriend?”
Monica replied with a smirk, “That’s right. He’s a successful businessman, earning three million a year, with a car and a house.”
“What? You want to compare?”
With a mocking expression, she added, “What do you have to compare with? Your broken hand, your cheap job, or your run-down little house that’s set for demolition?”
“I wasn’t trying to compare,” Weston said calmly. “I just hope you find happiness.”
“I will, of course,” Monica retorted directly. “Crying in a BMW is better than laughing on a bicycle.”
Weston sighed, “We’ve broken up. How you choose to live your life is not my concern.”
“I’m glad you know your place,” Monica said impatiently. “Hurry up and take your grandmother out of here.”
“This bed was applied for legitimately, and my grandmother needs it for treatment right now,” Weston replied firmly. “We’re not moving out. If anyone should move, it should be the old man.”
Monica’s expression changed. “You-”
“Monica, why are you taking so long?”
The middle-aged man swaggered over with two assistants, carrying himself like a king on a parade. Monica quickly stepped back and murmured a few words.
“So, you’re Monica’s ex-boyfriend.” The middle-aged man extended his hand and smirked, “I’m Uriel Culpeper, the manager of the Whiteville branch of Red Star Manufacturing Corporation.”
“I’d like to know where you’re currently working, Mr. Ex-boyfriend?”
Darnell’s eyes narrowed slightly. Red Star Manufacturing Corporation? A branch manager?
Interesting.