Chapter 168 What She Wants is Love
Margaret's heart did a little flip. The image of William clutching Marjorie at the farmhouse in Crystal Summit yesterday popped back into her head.
Marjorie showing up here now? Yeah, that had to be about William. Was William keeping her from seeing Bradley 'cause he had plans with Marjorie?
"Margaret, you know her?" Lyle asked, noticing Margaret's icy stare at the girl.
Margaret smirked, her eyes narrowing. "That's Marjorie."
"That's Marjorie?" Lyle followed her gaze, catching a glimpse of Angel's back as she disappeared into the hospital.
Margaret pulled her gaze away, shoving down the swirl of emotions, and said, "Let's roll."
Angel, lugging a thermos, made her way up to the eighth floor of the inpatient department.
"Hey, is Bradley in this room?" Angel asked the bodyguards at the door of the innermost ward.
The bodyguard in black waved her off. "Miss, beat it."
Since Bradley got sick, a bunch of nosy reporters had been trying to sneak in for a scoop. Seeing Angel was a new face, the bodyguard figured she was just another sneaky reporter.
Angel smiled, her lips curving. "Hi, I'm a friend of Mr. William Fisher. I need to see him about something important. My name's Marjorie. Can you let him know?"
William's personal bodyguards knew he was always worried about a woman named Marjorie. And today's gossip rags said William had found Marjorie and was with her yesterday. There were even pics.
Though the woman in the pics was blurry, one of the bodyguards took a closer look at Angel and thought she looked like her. The bodyguard didn't want to mess up. "Hold on a sec."
"Mr. Fisher, there's a girl at the door calling herself Marjorie. Says she needs to see you about something important," the bodyguard reported to William.
"Marjorie?" William was a bit taken aback. He got up and headed to the door.
"William." Angel flashed a sweet smile at the tall, handsome man in front of her.
William looked down at her. "Here for a check-up? I'll get someone to go with you."
Yesterday, he had run into Marjorie by chance. He took her to the hospital for a check-up, and she seemed fine, but later she said she had chest pain. He was in a rush to get to Sunset Haven Retreat and couldn't stick around, so he thought she was now here to get a more detailed examination.
"No." Angel shook her head. "I'm good now."
She paused, then softly said, "William, you left in such a hurry yesterday. I was worried. I only found out from the news today that last night was your engagement party."
When she mentioned the "engagement party," Angel's eyes dimmed. "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
William was a bit surprised. "Why do you say that?"
"I didn't know Ms. Scott was your fiancée yesterday." Angel bit her lip, looking all fragile and guilty. "Did she cancel the engagement party 'cause of me? Is that why your grandpa got so sick?"
"It ain't got nothin' to do with you," William said, his face going cold.
Angel dropped her gaze. "If you need, I can explain to Ms. Scott. William, I'd do anything for you."
Those words, back in that dark room, Marjorie had said the same thing to him.
William's brow twitched. "Marjorie, thanks."
Angel handed him the thermos. "William, I know you're worried sick about Bradley, but you gotta take care of yourself too. I made this seafood porridge just for you. Give it a try."
William felt a warmth in his heart and took the thermos.
Angel smiled, then suddenly remembered something. She pulled out five hundred bucks from her pocket. "William, this is what I made singing last night. I'll start paying you back. I'll get the rest to you bit by bit."
William pushed the money away, his voice deep. "No need. Marjorie, what we have is a friendship forged through life and death, far beyond money."
A friendship forged through life and death. That's how William saw their bond. A dark glint flashed in Angel's eyes. She didn't want friendship; she wanted love. She wanted William's heart!
She thought, 'No rush, take it step by step. This is already a good start.'
"William, please take it." Angel stuffed the money into his hand. "I gotta go sing at the bar. I won't bother you anymore. Take care of yourself." With that, she turned and left.
William looked at the five hundred bucks in his hand, still warm from Angel's touch. He frowned and called Peter. "Get Marjorie's grandma moved to the best hospital and find the best doctors for her."
"Yes, Mr. Fisher," Peter replied immediately.
After hanging up, William went back to the ward. Bradley was still out cold on the bed.
William gently tucked the blanket around him, looking at his pale face and all the tubes, feeling a pang of pain in his heart. He held Bradley's hand, as if trying to transfer all his strength to him. "Grandpa, you're gonna get better."
"Mr. Fisher." Patterson had walked in without William noticing and was now standing behind him.
William looked up, his voice cold. "When's my grandpa gonna wake up?"
Patterson's face turned serious. "Mr. Fisher, I need to talk to you about Bradley's condition."
"Dr. Hawthorne, give it to me straight. How bad is it?" William's face was a mix of cold and anxious.
"Honestly, I don't have much confidence in treating Bradley," Patterson said cautiously. "But there's someone out there who might be able to cure him."
"Who?" William's lips curled. He'd find this person no matter what.
Patterson cleared his throat. "I went through all the info on Bradley's condition and contacted my mentor abroad. He said Bradley's condition could only be cured by Pryce Holt, whose medical skills are legendary."
"Pryce?" William was stunned. He'd never heard of this person.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
