Chapter 1162 He'll Be Fine
That night, Ainslee developed a high fever. All the medical staff who had been resting got up, and the ward was bustling again.
Jane was woken up in the early hours of the morning and saw Jovan leaning against the wall on one knee, holding a cigarette, the scarlet tip of which flickered in his fingers.
Jovan's brow was furrowed, and he looked serious.
Jane rarely saw Jovan like this. Even when their father had an accident and the Watkins family faced the danger of being divided up, Jovan had never frowned.
"Jane, did we wake you?" Jovan asked apologetically.
Jane didn't shake her head. Shaking her head and saying no at this moment would seem too polite and insincere.
"How's Ainslee?" Jane adjusted the robe over her pajamas.
"We're doing our best and leaving the rest to fate," Jovan said, looking into the room through the door. "But he will be fine."
The bodyguards brought two long chairs for Jane and Jovan to sit on.
"Jane, he might throw a fit when he wakes up," Jovan said, referring to Ainslee.
Jane didn't quite understand why Jovan specifically mentioned that Ainslee might throw a fit.
He was never a very good-tempered person to begin with.
After three hours of emergency treatment, just before dawn, the doctors and nurses finally came out.
Ainslee was no longer in life-threatening danger, but he hadn't woken up yet.
Jane and Jovan both breathed a sigh of relief.
With Ainslee out of danger, Jovan finally had the time to focus on Jane.
He looked at Jane intently, as if he had something to say, but in the end, he just ruffled her hair.
"Jane, I'm sorry," he said.
"Hmm?" Jane looked at Jovan in confusion. 'Why is he apologizing to me?'
Jane thought he was referring to the trouble Ainslee had caused. So she said, "Jovan, Ainslee is your friend. You don't need to apologize for him."
Although she often bickered with Ainslee, Jane was glad that Jovan had a close friend.
In the afternoon, Ainslee woke up.
Jovan was by his bedside and told him the moment he opened his eyes, "You're safe now."
The anesthesia hadn't completely worn off, and Ainslee's body felt weak. He looked around; it was a completely unfamiliar place, like a hospital but not quite.
"This is Paykston. We're back at the Watkins manor," Jovan explained.
Ainslee closed his eyes and felt his body, experiencing clear pain all over.
He could move his legs, but his right hand couldn't.
Ainslee furrowed his brow tightly and asked Jovan, "Is my hand still there?"
Some patients experienced phantom limb sensations after an accident, feeling as if a limb that has been amputated was still there.
Ainslee clearly remembered a bullet piercing his right hand before he passed out; the sensation of flesh tearing and bones shattering still vivid in his memory.
"It is," Jovan said, glancing at Ainslee's heavily bandaged right hand.
Ainslee let out an "Oh."
As the anesthesia completely wore off, the pain in his body became even clearer.
Ainslee closed his mouth and stopped talking, exuding an aura that warned others not to mess with him.
Jane had just reached the third-floor hallway when she heard Ainslee throwing a fit inside.
Ainslee's voice came from the room. "This injection hurts."
His tone made it clear he didn't want the shot.
The medical staff looked at Jovan in distress, and he gave them a look, indicating they should proceed as necessary.
"Since when do doctors take orders from patients?" Jovan's tone was clearly irritated, filled with authority.
"Yes, sir!" The doctor nodded repeatedly.
The nurse probably used force to restrain Ainslee and administer the injection.
Ainslee's dissatisfied shouts followed. "Jovan, what gives you the right to do this to me? You're not my family; you have no say! I don't want this shot; it hurts!"
"Family, lover," Jovan asked, "which one would you prefer I be?"
Jane's steps suddenly halted, deeply shocked.
She had always thought there was something unusual about Jovan and Ainslee's relationship, not like ordinary friends. She had assumed they were long-time confidants who trusted and relied on each other.
But lovers?
That was something Jane had never considered.
Jane hesitated for two seconds, then turned and went back downstairs. She probably wasn't suited to be in the ward right now.
To cover up, Jane took sick leave from the studio. Fortunately, she had just finished a big documentary project, so work was relatively light, and taking extended leave wasn't a big issue.
Night fell; the midsummer wind carried a strong sense of heat.
After a clap of thunder, torrential rain poured down, and the view outside the window quickly became shrouded in mist.
Ainslee's wound had reopened the previous day, causing another round of chaos as the medical staff changed his dressing, and the smell of blood filled the room again.
Jane sat by the window watching the rain, one of her small hobbies.
On rainy days, she liked to either sleep or watch it.
Soon, she noticed something was off outside.
The shadows of bodyguards hidden in the dark were moving, as if on alert for something.
Soon, the sounds of a fight came from outside.
Jane remembered Jovan mentioning the Richardson family's internal strife and immediately grabbed the self-defense items by her bedside, ready for anything.
Opening the door, a bodyguard rushed in from outside, heading to the third floor to report to Jovan.
"Ms. Watkins!" The bodyguard stopped when he saw Jane. "Someone outside is looking for you."
"Me?" Jane was puzzled.
"Yes," the bodyguard said. "He said his name is Anthony."
These bodyguards were all newly assigned by Jovan, trustworthy and tight-lipped, aware of Ainslee's identity. They had been with Ainslee and Jovan for years and didn't know about Anthony.
"I'll go take a look," Jane said, heading downstairs.
Standing under the porch, she saw Anthony in the courtyard, drenched by the pouring rain. The bodyguards in black surrounded him, not giving him any chance to get closer.
"What are you doing here?" Jane asked, exasperated. It was pouring rain in the middle of the night.
Anthony's eyes scanned Jane from head to toe, and seeing her healthy complexion, he finally relaxed a bit.
"You're not hurt?" Anthony asked, still worried.
Anthony had heard in South City that Jane hadn't been to the studio for days and that medical staff had been seen going in and out of the Watkins family estate. Rumors were that Jane was injured, so he had rushed over despite the thunderstorm.
Not willing to wait another second, Anthony went to confirm Jane's safety in person.
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