Chapter 1021 Doesn't This Position Hurt Your Wound?
Anthony spared no expense this time, hiring the best medical team, using the best medications, and staying in the best suite. Even his meals during recovery were top-notch.
Just a few days ago, Jane had ordered a camera worth hundreds of thousands of dollars for a single day, paid her studio staff, and purchased fixed assets.
All of Jane's money was tied up in the cash flow, and she had been quite strapped for cash recently. The fund Jovan had set up for Jane wouldn't release money until next month, so she was genuinely broke recently.
If she didn't ask Clint for some money, Jane feared that she wouldn't even be able to cover the hospital bills.
"Jane, can you show some backbone? You're holding onto the card with only $7,600 like it's a treasure, but you don't want my secondary card?" Anthony said.
Anthony's anesthesia had completely worn off. He propped himself up halfway, looking like he wanted to pry open Jane's head to see if it was filled with water.
"Doesn't that position hurt your wound?" Jane frowned. If she were that badly injured, she wouldn't dare move an inch.
"It hurts," Anthony said expressionlessly. "Are you going to blow on it for me or say something nice to comfort me?"
"Impossible!" Jane replied with a cold smile, returning to the previous topic. "As for me accepting Clint's card, you can regard it as him being my friend."
Anthony knew Clint and Jane were quite close. He said, " Are you two closer than with me, someone you've slept with?"
Jane put down her utensils, ending the delayed lunch, and looked at Anthony in silence.
She was clearly displeased with Anthony's words.
"Jane, Aurora and I are no longer involved," Anthony finally conceded.
'What could I do? I endured for two years, but still couldn'tforget you. I schemed for half a year, but was unable to let you go. I chased for hundreds of miles, just to get what Ie want,' Anthony thought.
"I know," Jane paused in her review of Anthony's medical orders, then quickly resumed.
Anthony was now able to drink water. Jane poured him a cup of warm water, inserted a straw, and asked, "Want a drink? This time, I'm really giving it to you."
Anthony was indeed a bit thirsty. "Jane, don't change the subject."
"Alright." Jane placed the cup on the bedside table and sat down by the bed. " Did you know from the beginning that the child Aurora was carrying wasn't yours?"
Jane was incredibly smart, and Anthony had anticipated she would figure this out.
"Yes."
"When did you find out?"
"When she came to the Clark family with the test result." By then, Aurora was already past her first trimester and had specifically chosen a time when both he and Ann were present.
She mainly wanted Ann there, fearing Anthony would force her to abort the child.
"Since you knew from the beginning, why didn't you tell her?" Jane looked at Anthony as if he were a stranger.
She said, "Anthony, don't tell me this was all a setup from the start."
'Using an innocent new life as part of a scheme is too cruel and heartless,' Jane thought.
Jane despised Aurora and didn't like the child Aurora had given birth to. But clearly, that child didn't have to be born.
'An unwanted child would not be happy,' Jane thought.
"She was pregnant. Could I have forced her onto someone else's bed?" Anthony's face turned cold and he continued, "Jane, do you think I schemed against her?"
"Sorry, I misunderstood." Jane retracted her intense gaze, feeling a bit apologetic.
Even if there was some tricks involved, given Anthony's character, he wouldn't stoop to scheming a woman onto another man's bed.
Even if it was Anthony's scheme, there was no guarantee that one attempt would result in pregnancy.
So, it could only be that Aurora's pregnancy was the beginning of this scheme.
Anthony let out a cold laugh, turned his face to the other side, and stopped talking to Jane. He was really furious.
Jane looked at the back of Anthony's head. A minute later, she took the bank card and walked out.
Anthony heard Jane get up, followed by the sound of footsteps getting farther away, disappearing at the door, and then the door closing.
When Anthony turned his head, Jane was already gone.
Anthony was so angry as he looked at the scene.
Jane went to the front desk and asked the nurse on duty, "Is there a way to remove the scar on the patient in room 1606?"
The nurse pulled up the medical records and looked them over. "Not necessarily, but you can ask the plastic surgery department. They're more specialized. You could start with scar removal ointment, and if that doesn't work, physical repair might be needed."
The nurse knew the patient in room 1606 had a good status, because the attending doctor had specifically mentioned it before.
"Our chief asked him before, and didn't he say he didn't mind the scar?"
Jane was taken aback, not expecting this twist.
"Can a patient's words be taken seriously?" Jane said. "If some patients are afraid of pain and refuse injections, does that mean the hospital won't give them?"
She was confident and logical, leaving no room for rebuttal.
Jane took a turn and went to the plastic surgery department to ask around, and on her way back, she ordered oatmeal for Anthony.
When Anthony saw the oatmeal Jane brought back, he looked at her with confusion but ultimately said nothing.
Because of the incident where Aurora had thrown oatmeal on Jane, Anthony had been avoiding it, almost making oatmeal disappear from any table Jane was at.
This was the first time oatmeal had appeared in front of Anthony and Jane since then.
"The doctor said you can eat now." Jane asked Anthony, "Do you want to eat now?"
Anthony nodded.
Jane placed the oatmeal on the table temporarily, walked over to help Anthony sit up straight, with a very soft pillow behind his back to avoid hurting his wound. She then set up the small table that came with the hospital bed and placed the oatmeal on it.
"I can't lift my hand. Feed me," Anthony spoke with conviction.
Jane had anticipated this might happen. She took a thick straw from the takeout bag, inserted it into the oatmeal, and said, "Drink it. This doesn't require hands. If you have any more issues, I'll have to eat it for you."
Anthony was once again infuriated. He said, "Jane, with this attitude, anyone who knows would think I saved you, while others would think I owe you millions of dollars and you're here to collect."
"Isn't this just a matter of gender differences?" Jane sat down beside him, took out her phone, and checked other submissions for her previous photography contest entry.
The result of this competition would be out in a week, and all the entries were released today in Lindwell time for industry evaluation and award predictions. It was regarded as a common way to generate buzz.
The Anthony who claimed he couldn't lift his hand two minutes ago was now holding a spoon, very skillfully feeding himself oatmeal.
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