Chapter 966: The Vain Woman
Sadie shouted nervously.
Aurora stared blankly at the scene.
‘How does Jane manage to almost cause a fight between Anthony and Mrs. Clark? Anthony has always been considerate and obedient to Mrs. Clark, rarely going against her since he was a child. But today, he did this for Jane? Does Anthony treasure Jane that much?’ Aurora pondered.
"Help me back to my room," Ann said to Sadie, then instructed the servants to take care of Aurora.
Given the situation, Ann had no mind to comfort Aurora anymore.
Ann grabbed Sadie's hand, like a drowning person clutching a lifeline. "What should I do?"
Ann had long suspected that Anthony couldn't forget Jane, and her suspicions were correct.
Ann kept suppressing Jane, hoping Anthony would see Jane's miserable side and realize she wasn't worth his affection.
But it seemed Ann was wrong. Anthony had laid his cards on the table with her.
Three years ago, Anthony could walk away decisively and heartlessly after bringing down the Watkins family, refusing to see Jane. But now, he could still protect Jane against all odds.
From what Ann knew about Anthony, she realized he had made up his mind.
This was the result Ann least wanted to see!
"Mrs. Clark, have you ever thought that maybe Mr. Clark never let go of Ms. Watkins from the beginning?" Sadie cautiously suggested.
Ann widened her eyes as if she had heard something unbelievable. "Impossible! In the two years after the Watkins family incident, he never saw Jane once!"
"Maybe Mr. Clark didn't see her, just because he was afraid to?" Sadie explained.
The reason for his refusal to see Jane was that Anthony feared once he saw Jane, he wouldn't be able to resist keeping her by his side.
At the hospital.
Anthony waited outside the emergency room.
A nurse hurried over with a medical record. "Who is the family member of Jane?"
"Here." Among the many family members, Anthony raised his hand.
The nurse couldn't help but take another look at the exceptionally handsome Anthony and asked, "What is your relationship with the patient?"
The nurse expected to hear something like husband, but after several seconds of silence, there was no response.
The nurse shifted her gaze from the medical record back to Anthony, urging him to speak.
"Husband or boyfriend?" Since they didn't look alike, the nurse didn't guess they were siblings. But Anthony's obvious concern for the patient didn't seem like that of a mere friend.
"Boyfriend," Anthony said.
The nurse couldn't help but comment, "If you're her boyfriend, just say so. Why hesitate?"
"Here's the bill. Go pay it first," The nurse said.
Anthony took the bill, glanced worriedly at the emergency room, and asked, "Will she be in danger?"
"Only the doctors inside would know. How could you not be more careful about allergies? You need to take better care of your girlfriend!"
Anthony only wanted to hear about Jane's condition, not get scolded. If he weren't so focused on Jane right now, he might have complained about the nurse.
The next morning.
"Water. I want water." Jane awakened amidst the strong smell of disinfectant.
Before Jane even opened her eyes, she heard a deep male voice beside her, with a soothing tone that didn't match its coldness. "You can't drink water right now."
Jane struggled to open her eyes and saw Anthony sitting beside her, still wearing the same pajamas he had worn the night before when he barged into her guest room.
Just swallowing caused Jane's throat to hurt. Looking around, she realized she was undoubtedly in a hospital.
"What happened to me?" Jane asked.
"Acute allergy." Anthony bent down and asked Jane, "Do you want me to raise the bed a bit?"
Jane nodded because talking while lying down was exhausting.
Jane closed her eyes, trying to recall what had happened. But her memory stopped at falling asleep the previous night, followed by some vague awareness.
Jane remembered feeling difficulty breathing, itching all over, and someone possibly climbing through the window, calling her name.
Suddenly, Jane remembered something and pulled up the sleeve of her hospital gown, seeing blotchy red rashes on her skin.
Anthony saw Jane's face change from mere annoyance at being in the hospital to shock and fear.
"It will get better," Anthony said, pulling Jane's sleeve back down and tucking it under the blanket. He knew her well. "The doctor said it won't leave any marks."
The last time Jane had an allergic shock was in elementary school before she knew Anthony.
Having experienced this before, Jane knew that allergies wouldn't leave scars or marks on the skin, but she was still agitated.
"Ugly," Jane muttered, feeling terrible.
Jane stared at Anthony as if demanding an explanation or accusing him.
Although mug beans were common, they were not something one encounters frequently. Jane wasn't stupid because her allergens weren't common things like pollen or dust mites. For her to have an allergic reaction in her sleep, someone must have done it on purpose.
"Not ugly," Anthony patiently reassured her.
"Mirror." Jane's throat was still sore and dry, making it hard to speak.
"Don't talk." Anthony glanced at the time. Jane couldn't drink water for another two hours.
"Give me a mirror!" Jane insisted, staring at Anthony.
Anthony gazed at Jane for two seconds before giving in and going out to borrow a mirror from the nurse.
Anthony returned with a makeup mirror, placing it in front of Jane and adjusting it so she could see her face.
"There's nothing on your face," Anthony said, knowing she was worried about having rashes on her face.
Jane scrutinized her reflection, carefully checked to make sure there were no allergic marks on her face, and then sighed in relief.
Anthony, both amused and exasperated, placed the mirror aside. "Jane, you wake up and don't even care about your condition, just your face?"
The expression of Jane clearly implied her thought, ‘Shouldn't I care about my face? What does it matter to you?’
Anthony didn't bother arguing with Jane about this.
‘When it came to their appearance, women can't tolerate any grievances!’ He thought.
Once Jane's throat felt a bit better, she had to argue with Anthony. "Anthony, if you had met me when I was ugly, you wouldn't have liked me."
Jane didn't give Anthony a chance to speak, "You wouldn't have even looked at me twice!"
Anthony didn't refute Jane's statement.
Indeed, Anthony had been somewhat attracted to Jane the first time he saw her, even knowing she was the enemy's daughter.
In this relationship, perhaps from the moment Anthony saw Jane, he had already lost.
Jane became the girl in Anthony's dreams during quiet nights.
If Jane had been ugly back then, Anthony might not have looked at her twice.
But if Jane were to become ugly now, she would still be Anthony's ugly girl.
Jane felt a bit weak but couldn't sleep, so she closed her eyes and pretended to rest, not caring what Anthony was doing beside her.
Talking made Jane's throat hurt, so keeping quiet and sleeping was the wisest choice.
Anthony sat in the chair for companions, receiving a message from Clint: [Mr. Clark, there's mug bean powder on Ms. Watkins' bed.]
A moment later, Anthony received another message from Clint: [Ms. Dewar is bleeding again and is on her way to the hospital.]
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