Chapter 189 No Change of Clothes, is it Empty?
Before the Bezos family arrived at Dreamvale, Damian had people guarding Trinity at the hospital around the clock, with instructions to immediately contact the doctor and inform him of any developments.
Even the simple-minded Curtis noticed Damian's reluctance this time. After dinner, he considered it for a while and decided to go to the hospital's VIP room. He knocked on the door. "Damian?"
Damian glanced outside the door while looking at the documents. "What's up?"
Curtis gently closed the door, not daring to get too close to him, and sat on the farthest sofa. Even though there was a sofa between them, he still felt a strong chill. "Trinity hasn't woken up yet. You must be very worried about her, right?"
Damian gave him another icy look, which means I'm not worried at all.
"And then?"
Curtis said, "Trinity really likes you and cares about your feelings. And today, she almost died trying to save you. You two are engaged, right? She's your fiancée, isn't she? So, she truly loves you."
Curtis's so-called pure love was met with a slight snort from Damian.
" You two make a great couple. You match well in every aspect."
Damian was in no mood or obligation to discuss his love matter with a foreigner he was unfamiliar with. He maintained a businesslike expression and asked, "Is there anything else?"
Curtis shook his head and then said, "Ashley messaged me, asking about the situation here."
Ashley?
Damian took out his phone, but there was no message from Ashley, let alone a call.
She was quite something, preferring to ask a man she had just met for information rather than directly asking him, the person involved.
Curtis couldn't hide his delight, although it was quite inappropriate. "You probably don't have time to go back to City M, right? I happen to have some things to wrap up there, so I'll go check on her."
Damian tossed the documents in his hand towards the end of the coffee table, stopping just near Curtis's hand. "Deal with these first, tidy up what needs to be tidied and appease where necessary."
Curtis hesitated, opened the documents, and then his expression changed. "Were these people instigated by someone?"
Damian's folded legs propped up the superior's solemnity, and he snorted lightly. " I remember you confidently saying at the start of our cooperation that you could handle any local conflicts in Eirondia."
The first half of the sentence was enough to leave Curtis speechless.
"Redclound is a well-known local commercial real estate developer. Before they settled on KM Road, their Sunset Valley Mall was the largest commercial complex. Now, being pushed out of the market has stirred up retaliatory psychology," Curtis explained, noticing Damian's cold expression, "I will give you a satisfactory explanation for this matter, proving my sincerity in cooperation and the strength of our family in Dreamvale."
Damian said, "Very well."
Not wanting to waste time, Curtis went to carry out the task.
Damian glanced at the time on his wrist. It's 7:30p.m.
Was Ashley still at the hotel?
He unlocked his phone and saw her profile in the WhatsApp chat. Closing WhatsApp, Damian decided to call instead..
The phone rang for nearly a minute before she answered belatedly.
"Hello?"
Her voice sounded muffled, as if she was still lying down.
"Are you feeling better?"
The words surprised even Damian as they came out of his mouth.
Ashley even moved the phone away and double-checked the caller ID, and it was indeed him. "Much better."
Two tired words, with no desire to say more.
After a brief silence, Damian cleared his throat. "Are you angry?"
Ashley was stunned. She had neither the identity nor the position to be angry. Besides, she had no reason to be angry.
"Mr. Hearst, you come to Eirondia for official business. If there's something in Dreamvale, you surely have to go back. I certainly won't be angry."
Damian held the phone in one hand and lightly tapped the folded leg with the other, as if this could help him say what needed to be said, "Have you eaten?"
"Yes, I ordered room service at the hotel."
Damian fell silent again, then after two seconds, he asked, "Tonight, have the room service staff change your bandages and keep someone inside to assist you at any time."
Ashley said, "It's not that painful anymore. I can take care of myself. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Hearst."
Her polite thank you pushed Damian further away. The third silence between them suddenly descended, and without words, both could feel the growing distance. The tenuous bond they had built before parting today seemed to crumble once more.
On her end, Ashley held the phone, watching time slip away bit by bit. She knew that some things were destined to be lost, even if there was still a lingering fragrance at the moment, it would eventually turn into a soul-wrenching poison.
The friendliness she shared with Damian in the morning was something she couldn't indulge in and dared not linger on. Even the red rose still in the vase seemed so pitiful.
People often laughed at others for forgetting their scars and not feeling the pain, but their own scars have not healed yet; they are only temporarily forgotten.
Furrowing her brow and closing her eyes tightly, Ashley asked, "Mr. Hearst, do you have anything else to discuss? If not, I'll continue working. There are many historical cases to compare."
Damian didn't respond immediately. He heard her soft and shallow breathing in his ear, which always reminded him of the scenes from last night. "No, everything's fine. I won't be able to return for the next few days. Take care of yourself."
As someone knocked on the door on his end, Damian thought it was probably a medical staff member coming to report on Trinity's condition. So as not to upset Ashley, he hung up the phone.
The attending doctor nodded. "Mr. Hearst, the patient has regained consciousness. Would you like to go see her?"
Damian nodded slightly and walked out.
In the ICU, Trinity slowly opened her eyes. Due to excessive blood loss, her face was pale, her lips devoid of color, and her pupils dilated. It took a while for her to focus and see the man standing there with several white coats. All the pain seemed to disappear from her body and she smiled weakly. "Damian..."
Damian interrupted her, "The doctor says you're still very weak right now, so it's not suitable for you to exert yourself. We can talk later."
Tears welled up in Trinity's eyes, and she was about to cry immediately.
To receive Damian's embrace and tenderness, this time, her injury didn't seem in vain. "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Obedient and compliant, she resembled a woman deeply in love.
Furrowing his brow, Damian turned to the doctor and said a few words.
The doctor then explained Trinity's condition in detail, essentially saying that being out of danger didn't mean there wouldn't be any sudden developments. The next night was crucial to see if there was any internal organ damage or complications.
Damian acknowledged, "Thank you."
Ashley worked on documents until nearly midnight. After lying down for a day and a night, her body felt disjointed, yet she couldn't change positions.
She gritted her teeth and took a shower, but then she faced a dilemma when it came to changing into a bathrobe.
Oh no, she didn't have a single piece of clean clothing to change into. She couldn't just walk around without anything on!
Could she ask the hotel staff to buy clothes for her?
But it was late, where could she buy clothes?
Frustrated, Ashley knocked on her head. Losing track of time while working, was it a strength or a flaw?
With the empty bathrobe hanging on her body, Ashley felt uncomfortable even though no one else was in the hotel room.
As she racked her brain, the doorbell rang.
