Chapter 949 Theodore Twisted His Waist
Patrick lazily opened his eyes and glanced over, saying, "Might as well make some cash while folks remember me."
Theodore chuckled and teased, "Do you need the money?"
"Absolutely. Kids are pricey these days. Aren't Hubert, Boris, and Noomi draining your wallet?" Patrick sat up, resting his arm on his knee. "By the way, there's a new kids' reality show. Have you thought about it?"
Theodore's eyes lit up, and he grinned, "Not a bad idea."
Patrick hadn't seen that kind of smile on Theodore's face in years. It felt refreshing. "Can you leave your business behind?"
Theodore just smiled without saying a word.
Patrick felt a bit uneasy seeing him smile like that.
Something seemed off about Theodore today. "Did something good happen to you?"
Theodore raised an eyebrow. "You noticed?"
Patrick pointed at Theodore's uncontainable smile, "Your face is about to freeze from smiling so much. Aren't you tired?"
"What's tiring about smiling? Are we playing or not?" With that, Theodore jumped up from the ground. But he moved too quickly, and there was a sharp sound.
He froze, not daring to move.
Patrick heard the sound too and quickly got up to support his arm. "What happened? Theodore, did you twist something?"
Theodore's joy turned to sorrow. "I think I twisted my waist."
Patrick didn't waste any time and quickly had his assistant call a doctor.
After an examination, it was confirmed that Theodore had indeed twisted his waist and needed to go to the hospital for further checks.
They rushed Theodore to Eternal Love Hospital.
They couldn't let the media know about his injury, or the Reynolds Group's stock might plummet for days.
After the check-up and some heat treatment, the doctor said it was a sports injury and that he needed physical therapy.
They gave him some medication and told him to rest in bed.
Once the doctor left, Patrick sat by the bed and couldn't help but laugh, "You're not young anymore. Why are you playing sports? Now look, you've hurt your waist."
Theodore lay in bed, feeling a sense of foreboding.
He called Lawton, "Lawton, stay close to the lab and don't leave until the results are out, got it?"
Lawton was waiting at the lab. "Mr. Reynolds, don't worry. I'm right outside the testing room. I'll report to you as soon as the results are out."
Theodore finally felt at ease.
He hung up the phone and saw Patrick staring at him.
"You mentioned test results. What test results?" Patrick asked.
The results weren't out yet, so Theodore didn't want to say much. "Nothing. Just pretend you didn't hear anything and don't go spreading rumors."
Patrick frowned. He knew that if Theodore didn't want to talk about something, no amount of questioning would get it out of him.
"Alright, I have an appointment later. Should I call Phoebe to come take care of you?" Patrick asked as he stood up.
Theodore waved him off, "No need. I didn't sleep well last night. I'll take this chance to catch up on sleep. You go ahead with your work. I'll be fine on my own."
After Patrick left, Theodore couldn't fight off the sleepiness and dozed off.
He didn't know how long he had slept, but when he woke up, the room was dim, and the lights were off. He could vaguely see someone sitting by the bed.
Judging by the figure, Theodore hoarsely asked, "Phoebe?"
Phoebe, who had been dozing off by the bed, quickly opened her eyes at the sound of his voice.
In the darkness, she saw the glimmer in Theodore's eyes. She hurriedly got up and turned on the light. "You're awake?"
Theodore, just waking up, was a bit sensitive to the light. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to sit up.
Phoebe quickly pressed his shoulder down. "Don't move. The doctor said you need to rest."
Theodore awkwardly cleared his throat, "It's not that serious. I just twisted it a bit. I've been lying down all afternoon, and it's much better now."
Phoebe looked at him skeptically, "Really?"
"Yeah, don't worry." Theodore slowly sat up.
His waist was still a bit sore, but it was bearable.
Phoebe placed a soft pillow behind his waist. "How did you get hurt?"
Theodore dodged the question, "You came to the hospital. Does Mom know?"
"Patrick called me and said you were in the hospital. He asked me to come after work. I had to cancel my evening plans and came straight here. Mom doesn't know." She replied.
"Then don't tell her. No need to worry her." Theodore lifted the blanket. "Go get my discharge papers. I want to leave."
Phoebe frowned, "Stay put. If you move around too much, you might hurt your waist again."
Theodore didn't dare move anymore.
Phoebe's frown finally relaxed. She got up and walked to the round table, picking up a delicate lunchbox. She set up the small table on the bed and opened the lunchbox.
Inside was a sandwich, golden and appetizing.
She handed it to him. "Eat it while it's hot."
Theodore took the sandwich and took a bite.
Before he could swallow, the door to the room suddenly burst open.
They both turned to look.
At the door, Sarah was being wheeled in by a servant, with Sandra following behind.
The three of them marched to the bedside.
Sarah looked at Theodore in his hospital gown, her brows furrowed.
She glared at Phoebe, "What's going on? Why is Theodore in the hospital?"
Phoebe stood up and greeted her.
It was clear Sarah had a strong opinion about her. "I asked you a question. Why is Theodore in the hospital?"
Sandra, seeing Phoebe's silence, assumed she was too embarrassed to speak. "Grandma, the doctor said Theodore twisted his waist. It must be from their late-night activities."
Theodore coldly looked at Sandra, "Ms. Ramirez, as an outsider, it's not appropriate for you to meddle in my family affairs."
Sandra's expression stiffened, tears welling up as she looked at Theodore, "Theodore, I'm just concerned about you."
"I don't need your concern." Theodore's expression was icy. He wanted to question Sandra about the night at the Azure Palace Hotel, but he didn't want to alert her, so he held back.
Sandra, feeling humiliated, stomped her foot and complained to Sarah, "Grandma, look at Theodore. I'm just trying to care for him, and he treats me like this. It's so hurtful."
Sarah frowned.
Regardless of how Theodore hurt his waist, it was a private matter. She cleared her throat, "Sandra, step outside. I need to speak with them alone."
Sandra glared at Phoebe before storming out.
As soon as the door closed, she pressed her ear against it, trying to eavesdrop. But the room was soundproof, and she couldn't hear a thing.
Sarah looked at Phoebe, "Theodore hurt his waist. If this gets out, won't you be embarrassed? People will think you're insatiable."
Phoebe didn't flinch. "I don't understand what you're implying, Grandma. Maybe you should ask Theodore how he got hurt. Otherwise, people might say you're being disrespectful in your old age."
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