Chapter 701
Elizabeth looked at Alexander, seemingly aware of what he was about to do. "Your IV isn't finished yet."
Alexander pressed his lips together, but he couldn't continue the IV any longer. "I'll come back and finish it later," he said, hanging up and getting up to remove the needle.
Elizabeth stood up, trying to stop him.
But seeing his decisive actions, she withdrew her hand, for she didn't want to overstep.
Alexander noticed her hand reaching out and then pulling back. He looked at her meaningfully and said, "I'll listen to you. Once this is over, I'll take good care of my stomach."
Then he grabbed his coat and left.
Elizabeth stood there, stunned.
Looking at the empty ward, she let out a helpless laugh.
She pondered, 'He isn't listening to me, but listening to himself.'
Elizabeth didn't feel any emotional stirrings because of Alexander's words, instead, she found it amusing.
Because he never listened to her before, and now that they were divorced, he said he would listen to her.
Elizabeth got up and walked out.
A nurse was standing outside the door. After calling out to Alexander, she saw Elizabeth and complained, "Elizabeth, did Mr. Tudor remove his IV again?"
Elizabeth was helpless at the mention of 'again'.
"Let him be. It's his life, not ours. If he doesn't want to take care of himself, we can't exactly tie him to the bed, can we?" Elizabeth said, feeling utterly helpless.
The nurse was even more frustrated. "Mr. Tudor really doesn't listen to anyone."
It was not true, because he used to listen to Esme.
It was past eleven at night when Elizabeth finally got home, utterly exhausted.
After leaving the hospital, she had started extracting the essence of SerenityLeaf.
Declan was still awake, working while waiting for her. When he saw her come in, he teased, "I thought you were turning into your grandmother, treating the lab like home."
Elizabeth laughed. "Dad, you're teasing me."
"Yes. You treat home like a hotel and the lab like home. Isn't that just like your grandmother?" Declan said.
Elizabeth quickly took off her coat and ran to his side, hugging him and sighing. "Dad, I'm so tired."
"Life is not easy," Declan said calmly, looking at the dense files on his computer.
Elizabeth also looked at his profile.
Declan had changed a lot over the years: his temples were graying, and the wrinkles around his eyes were quite pronounced.
Maybe it was because he had been worrying about her all these years.
"Dad, why don't I look anything like you?" Elizabeth tilted her head, curiously asking Declan.
Declan looked up, his hand pausing over the computer, puzzled.
"Not only do I not look like you, I don't look like anyone in the Percy Family! I don't even look like Mom," Elizabeth said, leaning back on the sofa, dejected, "I feel like Natalia, like I was adopted."
Declan quickly responded, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Elizabeth pouted. "So, am I right or not?"
Declan had deep-set features, which she didn't have. And Rose had gentle features, which she also didn't have.
"Could it be that I really was adopted?" Elizabeth joked with a laugh.
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