Chapter 395 With Me Around, Rest Assured
<Chapter>Chapter 395 With Me Around, Rest Assured</Chapter>
A dozen unfamiliar faces ascended to the third floor via the elevator. As they emerged, their attention was immediately drawn to another elevator nearby, its doors closing on the very girl they sought.
"She's heading down, follow her!"
Abella, aware of the potential danger her presence posed to the hospital's occupants, darted out of the building.
Steven watched from a window as she disappeared into the throng of people. He couldn't help but notice a group of about a dozen individuals trailing behind her. A sense of unease washed over him. Could his sister be in trouble?
Without warning, a car pulled up in front of Abella. Upon closer inspection, she recognized the driver as Phillipe. Confusion clouded her thoughts. Wasn't he supposed to be at a meeting in the French branch? What was he doing here?
"Get in," Phillipe commanded, opening the door for her. Without hesitation, Abella complied.
The group of pursuers wasted no time in piling into their own vehicles, their determination to catch up to Abella evident in their dogged pursuit.
Once inside the car, Abella glanced in the rearview mirror before turning to Phillipe. "How did you know I was here?" she asked.
"Saw it on the live broadcast of the event," he replied nonchalantly. He knew that Abella would undoubtedly visit Abigail at the hospital after the incident. The hospital closest to the event site was this one.
Abella was a medical prodigy. She had immediately identified that Abigail had been hit with HN2C. Such a prodigy would surely be in high demand. However, the individuals pursuing her were not to be trifled with. Once they had set their sights on her, shaking them off would be a challenging task.
"If they find out you're Abbott, there might be some complications. I remember a couple of years ago, someone claimed Abbott had a drug that could bring the dead back to life," Phillipe remarked, glancing at her.
Abella didn't deny it. Instead, she responded with a nonchalant "Hmm."
She then added, "At the time, a patient's family, desperate to find me quickly, spread the news. Soon enough, all sorts of people were seeking me, hoping for this miracle cure. A few who were mistaken for being Abbott met grisly ends."
Because those fake Abbotts didn't have the drug everyone was after.
"If I had such a drug, I would've used it on grandma a long time ago." Abella's smile held a tinge of sadness but quickly vanished, "But they never stopped looking for me."
She had managed to stay well-hidden over the years. However, after what happened on stage today, some might start suspecting her identity.
Phillipe's phone began to vibrate, interrupting their conversation. He pressed the answer button on his steering wheel. "Steven," he greeted.
"Phillipe, my sister's run into some trouble," Steven's voice echoed through the car, laced with urgency.
"I'm aware. She's with me," Phillipe assured him, his eyes never leaving the road. "Don't worry, Steven, I've got her."
Steven let out a sigh of relief. "Good, good. I can breathe easier knowing she's with you." He paused before asking, "Who's tracking her?"
"Oh, it's nothing serious, just some folks who admire her talent and hope she'd treat them," Phillipe replied, attempting to alleviate Steven's worries.
Steven's tension eased slightly. "With the scene earlier, I was afraid it was some kind of vendetta. Take care of her for me, will you? Let me know when I can bring Abi back safely."
"Sure thing. We'll catch up back home," Phillipe agreed.
After ending the call, Phillipe glanced at Abella. "Your brother's really looking out for you."
"Yeah, I know," she responded, her voice tinged with contemplation.
She could tell from his actions at the competition today. He had made sure she was well-fed.
And now, he had even sensed the danger she was in.
She thought she had been so discreet.
Suddenly, a fleet of black SUVs emerged, effectively blocking off the pursuers and securing a safe exit for Phillipe's car.
Abella found herself taken aback, her surprise evident. She hadn't anticipated Phillipe to possess such a robust network in France. She wondered what other secrets about him remained concealed from her.
"I have connections," Phillipe casually stated, observing her astonishment. He provided this explanation as he guided her towards a barren expanse of land.
A private jet stood in waiting, protected by a squadron of armed men who saluted Phillipe as he approached. He tossed the car keys to one of the guards with a nonchalant nod, then took Abella's hand, leading her up the boarding stairs.
"We're heading home. We're going to meet up with your brother," he informed her.
"Okay," Abella responded, allowing herself to be led. She remembered a rumor she'd heard recently. Phillipe supposedly had another organization, separate from the one in The Triangle. This organization had far-reaching international connections, even extending into political spheres.
Yet, Phillipe had always appeared to her as the possessive type. What secrets was he harboring?
As Phillipe ascended the final step, his phone buzzed with a new message—an image of a demolished vehicle and a life lost. One of his men had been taken from him.
The group they had encountered earlier had proven to be more formidable than he had predicted.
...
Elsewhere, on another private jet, Abigail was situated in the lounge area, observing as Steven prepared an IV drip for her.
"Mr. Medici, has something occurred?" Abigail finally inquired, her voice tinged with worry.
"Abella views me as a friend. She wouldn't have hurried you to fly me back if I hadn't completed my treatment... unless she's in danger. Or perhaps, am I the one in danger?"
"No," Steven replied softly, having just finished setting up the IV for Abigail, as per the nurse's instructions. "There's a medication, but it’s not available here."
Abigail looked doubtful. "Then why didn't Abella return with you?"
"She stayed with Phillipe."
"Oh..." Understanding dawned on Abigail's face. 'Phillipe is known to be quite possessive. Perhaps they decided to extend their stay in France.'
"Rest now, and if you need anything, just let me know." Steven settled into a seat across from her, skimming through a report he'd recently received from the French division. He hadn't had a chance to review it thoroughly yet.
Observing his diligent work ethic, Abigail felt compelled to ask, "Mr. Medici... it seems like you're always working. Don't you have anything else in your life?"
Steven looked up at her, a silent question in his eyes. 'What else could there be?'
"I would have thought someone as successful as you would enjoy some leisure time, appreciating the beauty of foreign landscapes, spending time with family... like my dad used to do."
As she spoke, the fond memory of her father surfaced in her mind, stirring a wave of nostalgia.
Her father had been a successful man, always making time to take her and her mother on vacations.
But those days were now a thing of the past.
After her father's demise, her uncle had seized control of the company, schemed to deplete her mother's assets, and ultimately forced them out.
The rest of the family had remained silent during this time.
If it hadn't been for Abella and Steven, she and her mother would likely still be living in a cramped rental, struggling to make ends meet.
Steven seemed to sense her thoughts and offered a gentle reassurance, "If your dad knew you took third place today, he would have been so proud."
Abigail let out a teary chuckle, "Mr. Medici, I didn't expect you to be comforting."
She had always perceived Steven as a stern and unapproachable executive, someone she couldn't even dare to look at more than necessary.
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