Chapter 687 Old Classmate?
"Daryl? What are you two chatting about?" Desiree walked over.
Daryl quickly stepped away from Harold and grinned. "Oh, nothing much. Let's head out. I'll take you back now. We got so many gifts, Mrs. Sandvik is gonna love them."
Watching them walk away, Harold suddenly felt the urge to run after them.
But he held himself back.
He wouldn't bother Desiree until he sorted out his family mess.
"Harold, did you see that? I told you Desiree wasn't any good, but you wouldn't listen. Look at them, they just came over to rub it in," Isolde couldn't wait to badmouth Desiree.
As she spoke, she tried to link her arm with Harold's.
Harold subtly dodged her. "Get in the car, I'll take you to the hospital."
"Alright, let's head back. Mrs. Lewis and Hermione are waiting for us in the ward. We shouldn't keep them waiting." Isolde reluctantly agreed.
She opened the passenger door and got in.
Harold glanced at her, frowning. "Sit in the back."
"I'm already buckled up. Why do I need to move? It doesn't matter where I sit, just drive. The hospital isn't far from here." Isolde lowered her head, a flash of resentment in her eyes.
He was so distant and cold to her now, it really hurt.
If she had known, she would have had Ember use a stronger dose that day to knock him out completely.
Even if nothing happened between them, if Harold was unconscious, she could say whatever she wanted.
But it was too late for regrets now. Isolde kept scheming in her mind on the way back, thinking about how to make him completely give up on Desiree.
Before long, the car stopped outside the hospital.
Harold got out alone, not caring if Isolde followed. They walked one after the other back to the ward.
He handed the bag to Hermione. "This is for you."
"Thanks, Harold." Hermione peeked inside the bag. "I love them. Isolde and I really have the same taste, we even use the same foundation shade."
Harold had no intention of responding to her.
After talking to herself for a bit, Hermione eventually went quiet.
When Isolde came in, Ember asked with concern, "Isolde, how did things go between you just now? Did you run into anyone?"
As a mother, she naturally thought her son was perfect.
Harold and Desiree's divorce would only hurt Desiree, who would definitely try to cling on.
Ember was really afraid Harold would be swayed by her words.
"Mrs. Lewis, we did run into someone. It was a bit unpleasant. I didn't mind, but Harold was really upset," Isolde exaggerated the incident at the mall while Harold was talking to the doctor.
Everyone in the ward got angrier as they listened.
Especially Ember, who kept patting her chest, feeling a blockage that wouldn't go away.
"Aunt Ember, are you okay?" Hermione, noticing her pale face, quickly poured her a glass of warm water. "If you're not feeling well, you should rest for a bit."
"I'm fine. You all know I'm not really sick. I'm just putting on a show for Harold. If I didn't, he'd still be under that woman's spell." Ember brushed it off.
Her main concern was Harold. "Isolde, I'm begging you, you have to make Harold let go of that relationship quickly. We can't let that woman keep affecting him. I went through a lot to get rid of the child, just to make sure they cut ties completely."
Hermione's face stiffened.
She glanced at the gifts beside her and swallowed her words.
"I know, Mrs. Lewis. Men are most vulnerable to a woman's care when they're at their weakest. Besides, Desiree has found another man. If we both work hard, there's no way they can get back together." Isolde was confident.
Because the moment she saw Daryl, she knew he wasn't an easy person.
Ember nodded in satisfaction.
Outside the ward, Harold found the doctor with Ember's medical records, wanting to understand the situation in detail.
"Your mother's condition is very serious." The doctor sighed as he picked up the records. Then he patted Harold's back. "Be good to your mother. Don't make her angry. If she ends up in the ICU, you'll regret it. Her heart isn't good. Do you know about heart stent surgery?"
Harold nodded.
"This surgery is very risky, and your mother's health isn't good." The doctor subtly hinted at Harold.
He and Ember were college classmates and had known each other for many years.
A few years ago, he lost a lot of money in the stock market, and his wife wanted a divorce. Thanks to Ember lending him money, he managed to appease his wife.
Now that Ember needed his help, he was more than willing to assist.
"I understand, thank you, doctor." Harold looked serious.
He hadn't expected Ember's condition to be much worse than he thought.
At that moment, he felt a bit ashamed. What she did to Desiree was wrong, but he couldn't doubt her illness because of her mistakes.
"You're welcome. As a doctor, I have to be responsible for every patient. That's the only way to be worthy of my job." The doctor patted his chest, "If you need any help in the future, just come to me."
Watching Harold leave, he took out his phone and sent a text to Ember: [Ember, your son just came to ask about your condition. I covered it up. He's definitely feeling guilty now and will do whatever you say.]
Ember's lips curled into a slight smile as she read the message.
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