Chapter 124 The Master of Assistance
Grandma Robinson smiled kindly, feeling content to chat with Lauren and Quentin.
"Lauren, you're over six months pregnant now! How are you feeling? Any swelling in your feet?" Grandma Robinson asked with concern.
Lauren looked at Grandma Robinson, who was holding her hand tightly, feeling deeply moved. She had always disappointed Grandma Robinson, depriving her of the chance to witness her great-grandchild's growth. She had been so wrong.
"Grandma, I am fine, and so is the baby," Lauren replied.
"Good, that's all that matters. Quentin, you don't have to take care of everything. Don't wear yourself out. If necessary, hire a nurse. You should take care yourself first," Grandma Robinson said, glancing at Quentin.
Quentin naturally felt for Lauren, but his actions were merely to increase his opportunities to be with her. He tried his best not to let Lauren get tired.
But these were not words he could share with Grandma Robinson now.
Seeing Lauren's happy smile, Grandma Robinson couldn't help but ask, "Lauren, will you come back to live with us?"
There was a hint of pleading in Grandma Robinson's eyes, which made Lauren's heartache.
"Grandma, please give me some more time to think about it. You are my grandmother. That will never change. When Quentin is discharged, I can move to the ancestral home and live with you," Lauren said.
Although Lauren knew what Grandma Robinson hoped for, this was the best answer she could give for now.
The thought of remarrying Quentin was too daunting. She feared the loneliness and emptiness of the big mansion, afraid of being alone again.
"Alright. It's settled, then. When Quentin is discharged, you will come to the ancestral home to keep me company," Grandma Robinson said happily.
Lauren nodded in agreement, not noticing Quentin's deep gaze fixed on her.
It seemed Lauren still wasn't ready to forgive him truly. He realized he needed to try harder.
Time flew by, and Quentin had been in the hospital for over twenty days.
Thanks to his efforts, Lauren smiled more and began to show the same care she once had for him, though her stance on remarriage remained unclear. Quentin couldn't push the issue, so he considered whether it was time to be discharged.
Noah hadn't been idle either. Whenever he had a chance, he would come to the hospital to urge Quentin. On this day, Noah went to the ward to complain to Quentin, "When are you going to be discharged? Look, I've lost ten pounds. Can you bear to see me turn into skin and bones?"
Quentin glanced at Noah, who looked quite well and not at all like someone overwhelmed by work.
"Stop acting. I know you well. You wouldn't skip nights out with beauties to work overtime," Quentin said, seeing through Noah's current lifestyle.
Unexpectedly, Noah sighed. "You don't know, the company really has a pile of things that need my attention lately. Quentin, help me out."
Quentin suddenly became interested. Noah had always been highly capable, often advising him. Now, even Noah had encountered something he couldn't handle.
"Tell me what’s going on," Quentin inquired.
Noah sighed repeatedly, though he had a plan in mind. He had come over to implement it, but the key person needed to be present. When Noah was about to ask Quentin about Lauren's whereabouts, Lauren returned.
"Mr. Martin, you're here too. Have you eaten? I'm sorry, I only prepared food for two," Lauren said, carrying the food. She had gone to the Robinson family's ancestral home. With Grandma Robinson's help, Lauren made some chicken soup to nourish Quentin.
Noah, being a glutton, had an exceptionally keen sense of smell and immediately detected the aroma of the chicken soup.
"Lauren, do you make this yourself? It smells wonderful. Quentin, you lucky guy," Noah teased.
Quentin gave Noah a disdainful look. "Envy all you want, but none of it is for you!"
Noah pouted, thinking, 'Quentin is truly cold-hearted.'
"Alright, let's get back to the company's troubles. Just thinking about it gives me a headache," Noah said.
Hearing them discuss business, Lauren didn't focus on anything other than preparing Quentin's meal. But Noah was unwilling to give up, having forgotten his purpose for coming.
"Lauren, you have no idea how those old folks at the company make things difficult for me. Can't you see how much weight I've lost?" Noah said to Lauren.
Lauren smiled awkwardly. "It must be hard."
"So, Quentin, you have to help me. This is your company's issue, and you can't just do nothing, right, Lauren?" Noah continued, trying to involve Lauren.
Lauren felt awkward, not knowing what to say. 'This is their business. Why ask my opinion?' She felt very uncomfortable.
Quentin glared at Noah, knowing he was up to something. "Spit it out, or stop interrupting our meal," Quentin ordered, not wanting to play along with Noah.
Noah quickly gave Quentin a meaningful look, indicating he was trying to help him. How could Quentin not see that?
"This matter is somewhat related to Lauren. Remember when Lauren was supposed to be the spokesperson for the company's product, but something happened. Didn't it work out? Somehow, word got out that you two were divorced. This news reached the board members. Now they want Quentin to hold a press conference to clarify the situation," Noah explained.
Lauren's face turned a bit pale. Noah's words reminded her of the incident.
Wendy had suddenly approached Lauren, accusing Quentin of forcing her to have an abortion and claiming that the spokesperson deal was Quentin's way of using her. In a fit of anger, Lauren had divorced Quentin, which had delayed the spokesperson arrangement.
Lauren had never considered how irresponsible her actions were, not realizing that the repercussions of that incident would linger for months.
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. I'll handle it once I'm discharged," Quentin said, not wanting Lauren to feel sad or guilty. He had worked hard to bring Lauren back into his life and couldn't let anything hurt her again, as he had once promised.
However, Noah's words had already stirred something in Lauren's heart. 'I am not one to shirk responsibility. That time, I had acted impulsively. I should have handled the situation more calmly back then.'
