Chapter 124 George, How Many People Have You Carried on Your Back?
The nurse glanced at George, then at Anna, assuming they were a couple. Perfect. She didn't need to stress over it. She really didn't want to get caught up in the drama of these rich folks.
Putting on her best act, the nurse frowned and nervously told Anna, "Your foot's pretty messed up. You need to see a doctor right away. Call your family, like, now."
Anna was thrilled with the nurse's performance. Even though she kept her head down, she could hear George's leather shoes clicking on the hallway tiles.
George stopped in front of Anna. She saw his shoes and slowly looked up to his noble and handsome face.
"George, you're here. I thought you didn't care about me anymore." Tears welled up in Anna's eyes, her voice soft and pleading. "George, please don't leave me, okay? I love you so much, I can't stand seeing you with someone else."
George didn't say a word. He squatted down to check out Anna's foot. Yep, it was definitely hurt.
Without a word, he picked her up and headed to the emergency room on the first floor.
Anna clung to George's back, finally smiling genuinely for the first time in days. She held on tight.
"George, thank you. It's so nice that you're still the same as before. You used to carry me like this when I got hurt as a kid." Anna mentioned a scene she had read in Emma's diary on purpose.
Talking about childhood memories always made George forgive her!
Anna felt George's warmth, her arms around his neck, her cheek resting against his back.
But George's face was cold, like he didn't care at all. Even though he was carrying Anna, his mind was somewhere else. He was so over everything about Anna.
"This is what I should do," George said coldly, with a hint of disdain.
Anna's injury didn't make him feel anything.
Feeling his coldness, Anna felt disappointed. She tightened her grip around his neck.
No matter what she did, George always seemed to drift further away.
Anna was super resentful. She saw Isabella standing at the door of Lucas's room.
Anna gave Isabella a smug smile, showing off George's concern for her.
But Anna's provocation didn't matter to Emma. She was more focused on what Anna had just said. Anna had also hurt her foot as a kid and was carried to the hospital by George.
'How could this be exactly the same as my experience? George, how many people have you carried on your back?' Emma wondered.
George and Anna left, leaving Lucas, still lying in bed with an IV drip, in the room. Lucas was used to it. His small body curled up on the big bed, his pale cheeks almost blending in with the white sheets.
Every now and then, his body would shiver as he coughed. Sometimes, when his throat itched, he'd have a more intense coughing fit.
Emma felt a pang of sympathy for poor Lucas.
He looked smaller than other kids his age, not much taller than Seraphine.
Emma glanced at the medical chart at the foot of Lucas's bed—pneumonia, with mild malnutrition.
The only grandson of the Russell family at Lakeside Haven was malnourished.
Emma couldn't understand why Anna disliked Lucas so much. George didn't seem to care about him either.
Since they reunited, she hadn't heard Lucas call George "Dad" even once.
Emma didn't want to get involved with Anna's kid. But seeing Lucas trembling under the covers, she couldn't just leave.
Seraphine walked over, touched Lucas's forehead, and asked with concern, "Lucas, can I take care of you?"
"No need." Lucas covered his mouth and nose with his hand, politely refusing Seraphine. "I'm afraid my illness will be contagious. Seraphine, you should go home."
"But Lucas, you need someone to take care of you." Seraphine turned to Emma, tugging at her pants. "Mom, let's stay and take care of Lucas. He's so pitiful."
"Alright, as you wish." Emma was moved.
Fine, this was the last time. She couldn't keep being this nice to Anna's kid.
"Get some sleep, and eat something when you wake up." Emma gently held Lucas's hand, feeling his weak pulse.
Lucas opened his eyes slightly, seeing Emma, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
In his memory, there seemed to be someone gentle who had held his hand like this. But he couldn't remember who it was.
"Sleep, baby. Seraphine and I will stay with you." Emma gently tucked Lucas in, making sure he felt a bit of warmth.
Lucas's coughing occasionally broke the silence, and Emma's heart felt like it was being pricked by needles.
She quickly picked up the water cup by the bed, carefully feeding him water, afraid of spilling it.
Emma said, "Lucas, take it slow."
Lucas nodded slightly, trying hard to drink the water, a hint of gratitude in his eyes.
"Isabella, I want some ice cream." Lucas's voice carried a hint of childish anticipation.
He had never dared to make such a request before, but in front of Emma, he wanted to be like other kids. But he couldn't take Seraphine's mom away, the guilt weighing him down.
"When you get better, I'll take you to get some." Emma smiled slightly, cursing George and Anna in her heart.
As night fell, the lights in the hospital room were soft and warm.
Emma sat by the bed, gently telling Lucas a story. She was telling Seraphine's favorite story, a modified fairy tale. Lucas had never heard such an interesting story.
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