Chapter 789 Cooperation for Mutual Benefit
Saskia couldn't help but gasp.
"Cut the drama," Nathaniel's voice came from above, sharp as ever.
Saskia couldn't straighten up for a while. She gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the searing pain from her wound.
Sweat trickled down her forehead, dripping onto the pale hospital bed, leaving dark spots like flowers.
"Nathaniel, I don't bother pretending in front of you because it's pointless. I just want my child," Saskia finally found some strength. Her voice was weak but filled with determination.
Nathaniel's eyes flickered slightly, and he said coldly, "Focus on getting better first."
With that, he turned and left.
Saskia sat weakly on the edge of the bed.
Meanwhile, the car headed south, following the signs. Azalea didn't even know where she was anymore. It was a remote area, and though the sun hadn't set yet, the road was almost deserted.
Benjamin rubbed his eyes. "Aunt Azalea, where are we?"
Hearing this, Azalea snapped back to reality.
Due to blood loss, her face was pale, like a ghost drifting through the world.
She replied, "A fun place."
Benjamin yawned. "Aunt Azalea, I'm so tired. My eyelids are so heavy."
"Okay, we'll find a place to rest soon," Azalea said patiently.
Benjamin nodded, clutching his toy, and leaned back in his seat, drifting off.
She found a place to stay and carried Benjamin into the room.
After Benjamin was asleep in bed, Azalea took out a bottle of pills, swallowed a few, and felt the chill in her body dissipate a bit.
Azalea held her phone, trembling slightly, wanting to turn it on to check messages but couldn't muster the courage. Instead, she leaned against the bed, watching the sunset, feeling drowsy.
She was awakened in the middle of the night by Benjamin's murmurs. "Don't come near Aunt Azalea and Mom."
Azalea instantly became alert, opening her eyes to find the surroundings peaceful.
Looking down at Benjamin, Azalea saw he was restless. Maybe it was because of her that he was having nightmares.
A wave of guilt washed over Azalea. She pulled the blanket over Benjamin, but when her fingers touched his cheek, she recoiled from the heat.
Was Benjamin running a fever? He was burning up!
Azalea quickly checked his temperature with her hand and then compared it to her own forehead. The stark difference confirmed he had a high fever.
What should Azalea do? There was no medicine around, so she had to carry Benjamin out to ask at the front desk.
Azalea asked, "My child is sick. Is there a clinic nearby?"
"There's a small clinic in town," the sleepy receptionist perked up at her words, sitting up straight and eagerly giving directions. "Go to the end of this road, turn right, and you'll see the sign."
"Thank you," Azalea said, extremely anxious, constantly talking to comfort Benjamin. "Benjamin, I'll find a doctor soon. Just hold on a little longer, okay?"
She ran with Benjamin in her arms, sweating from the effort but not feeling tired. When she found the clinic, it was pitch dark inside.
She knocked hard on the door.
"Someone, please help! My child has a high fever and needs medical attention," she shouted and knocked, but in the dark night, there was no response.
In that moment, she felt a wave of despair as she felt Benjamin's burning temperature, her heart heavy with sorrow. She knocked on the neighboring doors, but nobody answered.Azalea shouted, "Benjamin, wake up!"
She wanted to take Benjamin away, but she never meant to hurt him!
Just then, Azalea heard a car pull up in the darkness.
Footsteps followed, and a tall man slowly emerged from the shadows, walking towards her.
Azalea looked up, tears streaming down her face.
The man's angular features were shrouded in darkness, making it hard to see him clearly, but his presence was unmistakable to Azalea.
He was the one who told her that George was Nathaniel.
Azalea glared at him fiercely. "What are you doing here? Are you happy with how things turned out?"
"Foolish woman, does being deceived feel any better?" the mysterious man sneered.
"Once the truth is out, it's just a gaping wound. I'd rather..." Azalea couldn't finish her sentence.
"Stop lying to yourself," the mysterious man shook his head.
"What do you want?" Azalea stared at his half-hidden eyes under the brim of his hat, trying to glimpse the truth.
"Are you willing to accept this?" the mysterious man asked.
Azalea pressed her lips together, saying nothing.
Her once peaceful life had been turned upside down. How could she be willing to accept that?
Though she didn't say a word, the man could see the reluctance in her eyes. "If Benjamin isn't there, Saskia will be heartbroken," he remarked.
Azalea's gaze instantly locked onto Benjamin. He was so small, so frail. How could Azalea, as his aunt, not feel pity?
"No," she refused firmly. "I need to get Benjamin to a doctor. Do you know where there's a hospital?"
"Looks like you still have some principles," the mysterious man remarked, narrowing his cold eyes. "We can team up."
Azalea looked up at him. "What do you want?"
The mysterious man's voice was devoid of any emotion or warmth. "Mutual benefit."
Azalea hesitated. "I'm not ready to decide yet."
"No rush," the mysterious man tossed a business card with just a phone number on it. "When you're ready, give me a call."
Azalea took it and tucked it into her pocket.
The mysterious man turned to leave, but after a few steps, he stopped.
He said, "By the way, I've contacted a nearby hospital for you. They should be here within half an hour. Whether the child lives or dies is up to fate."
Azalea held Benjamin tightly, her heart filled with grief and anger.
Meanwhile, in the hospital, Saskia hadn't been idle, making several calls every day, but to no avail.
It seemed Azalea was determined to disappear!
Saskia was filled with anxiety. Benjamin's health was fragile, and the thought of anything happening to him was unbearable.
As she paced back and forth, a gentle voice came from behind. "Your wound hasn't healed yet. Don't push yourself too hard."
Saskia turned to see Stanley and forced a smile. "I'm fine. I feel much better."
"You can't push yourself. If the wound gets infected, it could be serious. I've had the cafeteria prepare some light meals for you. Try them," Stanley said, sitting by the bed and setting up a small table with the food.
Though the dishes were light, they were plentiful and varied.
Saskia felt a bit uncomfortable and remarked, "I don't bring you any benefits. You taking care of me like this makes me feel uneasy. I can manage on my own, thank you."
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