Chapter 617 Care
Upon hearing that Susan wanted to be discharged, George immediately frowned and said, "Your body hasn't fully recovered yet. How can you leave the hospital now? I just asked the doctor, and he said you should stay for another two days."
"I don't want to stay in the hospital any longer. I want to be discharged immediately. If you don't take care of it, I'll handle the paperwork myself!" Susan's tone was unusually firm, and she started to get out of bed as she spoke.
Seeing this, George knew he couldn't argue with Susan, so he stepped forward to stop her and said, "Alright, alright, I'll go take care of it right away, okay?"
Susan was still feeling dizzy when she walked, and George was really worried she might faint on the way.
Soon, George completed the discharge procedures for Susan.
Susan insisted that George take her to Isabella's place and declined his offer to hire a nurse for her.
After George dropped Susan off at Isabella's place, Susan asked him to leave.
However, Susan felt both touched and sad. She was touched that George had the doctor prescribe a lot of medication for her, filling a large bag. She was sad because George looked very disappointed when he left, but she had to be resolute.
Susan leaned weakly against the headboard, while Isabella sat beside her with a thick cast on one leg. The two of them were truly in the same boat.
"Look at you, there's no color in your face at all. Why were you in such a hurry to leave the hospital? Couldn't you have stayed a couple more days?" Isabella asked, looking at Susan reproachfully.
Susan hesitated for a moment before telling Isabella the whole story.
Isabella was shocked and said, "Are you out of your mind? How could you not clear this up? And what's with that test report? Clearly, you got pregnant the day before your divorce, so why does the report now show that you conceived a week after the divorce?"
Susan frowned and said, "When the doctor asked me, I gave the wrong date for my last period, so the test report shows the pregnancy as being a week shorter. This kind of thing happens often. It was just a coincidence that the nurse brought the report today and mistakenly thought George was my husband, so Seb must have misunderstood."
"Can't you explain it?" Isabella asked anxiously, looking at Susan.
Susan, however, smiled bitterly and said, "Explain what? It's better to let him think what he wants. I'm really tired and don't want to keep getting entangled in this. Even if he knew the truth, what difference would it make? We still wouldn't be together, and both of us would just end up in pain."
"Why did Carol have to leave such a harmful message before she passed? It ruined the rest of your lives," Isabella said, frowning.
"Fate, I guess. No use dwelling on it." Susan sighed.
"Alright, enough about me. How have you been these past few days? With your leg like that, have you been ordering takeout every day?" Susan asked, looking at Isabella with concern.
"These past few days..." Isabella suddenly looked embarrassed and lowered her head.
Seeing Isabella's strange expression, Susan looked around and suddenly noticed a lot of food on the nightstand, the chair, and the coffee table outside. There were fruits, snacks, and takeout boxes.
At this moment, Susan laughed and said, "You're living quite well. Are all these from takeout?"
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Isabella thought of getting up to answer the door, but Susan quickly stopped her. "I'll go."
With that, Susan got out of bed and went to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Susan saw a delivery person.
"Is Isabella here? This is today's takeout." The delivery person placed two large bags of food on the floor.
"Yes, I'll sign for her." Susan quickly signed.
After signing, Susan glanced at the two large bags of food, which included snacks, fruits, sushi, and steak—everything you could think of.
At this moment, the delivery person put away his notepad and said with a smile, "See you tomorrow!"
With that, the delivery person left.
Closing the door, Susan returned to the bedroom with a puzzled look.
"You can't be spending your salary like this, can you? Even if I help you eat all this, we still can't finish it," Susan said, staring at Isabella in surprise.
Isabella replied, "Don't worry, it's not my money."
"Whose money is it then?" Susan was even more confused.
"A fool's money," Isabella said with a smile.
"A fool? What kind of fool spends money to buy you food? What's in it for him?" Susan asked, staring at Isabella in confusion.
"It's your ex-husband's assistant!" Isabella said helplessly.
"Leon?" Susan sat down beside Isabella in shock and asked, "Alright, tell me. What's going on between you two?"
"What do you think is going on?" Isabella said, a blush creeping across her cheeks.
"When you got hit by the motorcycle, he was the first to arrive. Now he's ordering you takeout every day. Don't take me for a fool. You two must be..." Susan was just about to continue when the doorbell rang again.
Susan frowned and turned to open the door.
When she opened the door, she saw a young man in a supermarket uniform standing outside with three large boxes in front of him.
"Are these for Isabella..." Susan was about to ask.
The young man said, "Are you Susan? Your friend George selected these groceries and daily necessities for you from our supermarket. Please sign for them."
Upon hearing this, Susan frowned and didn't want to sign.
But the young man said the payment had already been made, and if she didn't sign, it would affect his job. Susan had no choice but to sign.
After the delivery guy left, Susan opened the boxes.
Inside, there were fruits, snacks, toothpaste, toothbrushes, soap, skincare products, and even pajamas and disposable underwear.
Susan felt a headache coming on.
George was thorough, but how could he be this thorough?
Anyone who saw these things George bought for her wouldn't believe she had nothing to do with him. Now, she was starting to doubt it herself.
At this moment, Isabella hopped into the living room on one leg, glanced at the items in the three large boxes, and said with a smile, "George even bought you disposable underwear. Can you still say you have nothing to do with him?"
"Stop using my words against me," Susan said, rolling her eyes at Isabella.
Isabella turned and sat on the sofa, looking at the room full of food and drink, and said worriedly, "Do you think we should sell all this stuff?"
"One of us has a busted leg, the other is barely standing. We can't even leave the apartment, let alone run a shop!" Susan laughed, giving Isabella a playful nudge.
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