Chapter 1019 Jane, you can't escape
Jane didn't answer and asked Anthony, "How are you feeling? Any discomfort? Do you need a doctor?"
"Do you remember what I said to you before I went into the operating room?" Anthony asked with a faint smile.
At that time, Anthony held Jane's fingers and said, "Jane Watkins, even God is helping me. This time, you can't escape."
Indeed, even though Jane wanted to leave, she had already bought a plane ticket, and she had arranged for Paykston's future life, she now had to stay by Anthony's side to take care of him.
Jane thought, 'Before Anthony's recovering, I would stay here, unless he tells me to get lost.'
"Anthony, I was just thinking," Jane picked up the previous conversation, "why can't I be a little more ruthless?"
'If I could be a bit more ruthless, a bit more cold-blooded, I would have already walked away and already at the airport gate ready to go home,' Jane pondered.
Anthony chuckled, but halfway through, it tugged at the wound on his back, causing his smile to freeze in pain.
"The doctor said the wound on your back is quite deep and will leave a scar." Jane lowered her head, peeling an apple that Clint had someone send over.
"Only you will see it, so it doesn't matter if it leaves a scar." Anthony didn't really care about the scar, because he knew that Jane loved his face. He was glad that he wasn't disfigured and there was just a scar on his back.
Anthony had a few scars, but it wasn't a big deal.
Jane's fruit-peeling skills were excellent, something she had practiced specifically for plating.
Anthony's anesthesia effect hadn't completely worn off, so he couldn't move much.
He could only watch Jane turning the apple skillfully, the peel coming off in one continuous strip.
It was pleasing to the eye.
Soon, the apple was peeled, revealing the tender white flesh inside.
"Want some?" Jane held the apple to Anthony's mouth, but just as he was about to open his mouth, she twisted her wrist and pulled it back. "I almost forgot that you just had surgery, you probably can't eat this."
Before she finished speaking, Jane took a bite of the apple herself, eating it with great relish right in front of Anthony.
Anthony realized and asked, "You're doing this on purpose to annoy me?"
Jane smiled perfunctorily. "How could I?"
She was very insincere.
Jane then poured a cup of warm water and brought it to Anthony's mouth. "Are you thirsty? Never mind, because the doctor didn't say you could drink water."
Then Jane took a sip herself.
Anthony was both amused and exasperated by Jane's actions, gritting his teeth. He said, "I'm not thirsty."
Jane glanced at Anthony's slightly dry lips and responded insincerely.
"Jane, why are you angry?" Anthony asked with a smile, " I risked my life to keep you here, but you're not happy?"
Anthony thought that even if Jane wasn't happy, he wouldn't let her go.
Jane was in a bad mood, partly because she had to stay, had to disrupt her plans, and had to compromise with Anthony.
But that was only a small part.
"Anthony, do you know that? The moment the operating room light went out and the door opened, I felt like I was standing at the edge of an abyss. What came out could be a monster that would devour me." Jane seemed to have lost in thought.
Anthony was indifferent. "But Jane, what came out was good news, wasn't it?"
"You don't understand." Jane looked out the window. "Anthony, I hate standing at the door of the operating room, because nothing good ever comes from it."
Jane paused, her voice so light that it was almost ethereal, as if talking to herself. "When I was seven, my father suddenly fell ill, and I lost him while standing outside the operating room. Although I didn't have a good impression of him, I still lost father at the age of seven.
"When I was eighteen, my brother had an accident. I watched him, covered in blood, being rushed into the operating room. When he came out, he was a vegetable who couldn't do anything.
"Last week, I waited outside the operating room as a suspect. With one wrong move, I could have become a murderer.
"This time, you went in as my savior. What if you didn't make it, or were left disabled? How would I repay that debt to your mother?"
Anthony stared at Jane.
The room fell into silence.
"Jane, you don't owe our family and you don't owe my mother."
Jane wanted to retort by saying, "Then convince your mother to stop saying I owe your family."
But that would be hurtful, and Jane couldn't say it out. Her father had broken up the Clark family, causing Anthony to lose his father and sister at a young age, and leaving Ann a young widow.
"Hello, are you Ms. Watkins?" A nurse knocked and entered, asking Jane.
After receiving the news, Clint hadn't arrived yet, but he called the person in charge of the hospital here to arrange a VIP single room with security measures for Anthony. Even if someone came to visit or look for someone, they would need the consent of the patient or the patient's familyfirst.
"I am." Jane thought the nurse came at the right time.
"There's a Mr. Foster outside looking for you."
Anthony frowned and domineeringly told Jane, "You're not allowed to go!"
Jane had already stood up, bullying the patient Anthony without any guilt. "Wait until your anesthesia wears off and you can stand up to stop me."
With that, she walked out of the room without hesitation, completely ignoring Anthony's dark expression.
Richard stood by the nurses' station, dressed in an understated casual outfit, holding a delicate brown paper bag, his expression calm, revealing nothing of his emotions.
"Mr. Foster, I'm sorry, I..."
Jane walked over, but before she could finish, Richard handed her the delicate brown paper bag.
"See if this is the inkwell you were planning to buy," Richard said.
Jane had to swallow her apology.
She openedthe brown paper bag, and found it was a carved wooden box inside, and inside that was the turquoise inkwell.
Jane's face showed a myriad of emotions: surprise, joy, shock, and helplessness. These were all perceived by Richard
Richard smiled, "Ms. Watkins, you have a good eye. This inkwell is the best in that room."
"Although not the most expensive, it is one of the best overall."
"Mr. Foster, is this for me?" Jane was full of gratitude. "Thank you so much. This was meant to be a birth gift for Natalie's son. How can I transfer the money to you?"
Tens of thousands of dollars wasn't much to Richard, but objectively speaking, it wasn't a small amount either.
Richard didn't say she didn't need to pay, but instead said, "I'll ask Jovan for it, with interest."
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