Chapter 567 Was Your Temper Really That Bad?
The next morning, Beckett and Kimberly got up early and sat quietly in the living room, waiting.
Seeing them glance upstairs now and then, Lauren asked, "Are you waiting for Abella to wake up?"
Kimberly nodded. "We want to have breakfast with her."
"Abella left before dawn with a backpack. Looked like she was going on a trip," Lauren said.
"She already left?" Kimberly was surprised. It was just after seven; where could she be going with luggage?
"Maybe she went to school and packed some clothes?" Beckett suggested. "Why don't you call her and check?"
If there was nothing urgent at school, they could ask if she could take a leave and join them abroad.
Kimberly dialed her number, but it went straight to voicemail.
"Let's head out first," Kimberly said to Beckett. "James told me last night that my mom's condition isn't good. I want to see her as soon as possible."
"I want Abella to take a look at Vanessa. Maybe she can help. Let's wait a bit longer; Abella might be in class and can't answer. Send her a message," Beckett suggested, holding onto hope in Abella's medical skills.
Kimberly sent a message and waited for two hours, but Abella's phone stayed off. Finally, she stood up and said, "Let's go abroad first. If Abella replies and it's convenient, I'll have her join us there."
"That works," Beckett said, comforting her. "Don't worry too much. I'll contact a few more doctors to look at your mom."
Kimberly looked at him, touched. Ever since Vanessa fell ill, Beckett had been helping tirelessly, both financially and physically, without any complaints.
Over the years, she had been pampered by Beckett, living a carefree life.
Meanwhile, Abella was in the first-class cabin of a plane, flipping through medical records Mark Long had sent her. There were over thirty pages, and the condition was tricky.
For the patient to fully recover, multiple medications would be needed, and the process would be long.
She flipped through the pages, unaware that Kimberly had called and messaged her.
At Sunhavenia, James sat heavily in his garden. Though in his thirties, his chiseled face and unique aura still carried a strong charm.
"Mr. Harris, don't be sad," the short-haired maid Aimee said, trying to comfort him. "Mrs. Harris will recover."
"The girl you met last time, are you sure she's from Libertya?" James asked, his eyes on Aimee.
Aimee nodded. Last time, she and the driver were taking Vanessa for a follow-up when their car was rear-ended by a bus. Vanessa had a heart attack, and a passing girl from Libertya helped.
"She was very beautiful, the kind of beauty that catches your eye immediately. Her hair was in a bun, and she had a cool demeanor. She didn't talk much, and I never saw her smile, but you could feel her genuine kindness," Aimee recalled.
Aimee could still picture Abella. Her features were elegant and refined, and her demeanor was graceful. If she weren't so clumsy, she would have loved to draw her.
"She was amazing," Aimee added. "She treated Mrs. Harris, and she could breathe again. She knew Mrs. Harris was weak and told us to be extra careful. She also said the current medications—Castase, Chilsway, and Anlor tablets—weren't helping and suggested switching them. Otherwise, they'd make Mrs. Harris feel tired, drowsy, have chest tightness, and a bitter taste in her mouth. If she wasn't skilled, how could she carry a medical kit and know the medications and their side effects?"
Vanessa was indeed taking those three medications. They were special, not yet on the market, but she knew them just from diagnosis. Her medical skills must be top-notch!
"I asked her what other medications could be used. She said Mrs. Harris' condition couldn't be cured quickly. There was also a driver who was very respectful to her. She must be from a wealthy family and had urgent matters. I thought there was no one in this country you couldn't find," Aimee's voice trailed off.
In this country, there was indeed no one James couldn't find. His influence was strong.
"But the license plate number you gave me was fake, untraceable," James said calmly. "The other party must be very influential. All the surveillance footage of her during that time has been erased."
"What?" Aimee was surprised. "What should we do then?"
She had hoped finding that girl might help Vanessa's condition. Even the best doctor here, Mark, was at a loss.
At that moment, Mark walked over. James asked, "Is she asleep?"
Mark replied, "Yes, I gave her an injection, and she finally fell asleep."
Vanessa's condition had deteriorated to the point where she couldn't sleep peacefully. Every time she lay down, she felt like she couldn't breathe and had to sit up and gasp for air.
"Did Ms. Wilson reply?" James asked again.
Mark looked at his heavy expression and said, "Ms. Wilson is very busy, but she promised to look at the medical records when she had time. We need to wait patiently."
"But there's not much time left," James said, his eyes filled with concern. "Ask her again."
Mark was a bit troubled. "Ms. Wilson has a bit of a temper. If we rush her, it might backfire. I'll ask her again tonight. If she still hasn't had time to look at the records, we can't push her too much. We'll just have to wait."
"Is her temper that bad?" James asked.
"It's not that her temper is bad. She's just very busy and doesn't like to be disturbed. She has many things that require her personal attention. I've known her for years, and this is the first time I've asked for her help. I believe she will help," Mark said.
"It would be even better if she could come over."
Only by seeing the patient in person could a better treatment plan be provided.
"Ms. Wilson said she's been busy and doesn't have time to come over, but she should give some verbal guidance."
If Abbott could provide some guidance, it would definitely be very helpful for the condition.
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