Chapter 200 I Will Take Good Care of Him
"If you don't want to stay, then just leave!" gasped Darwin, his eyes rimmed red with anger, "You don't need to push me toward someone irrelevant!"
"Mr. Solomon, as everyone knows, Miss Robbins was your first love..."
Before Fiona could finish, the infuriated Darwin coughed up blood.
The fresh, thick blood quickly spread out over the white hospital sheets.
"Darwin!" Fiona exclaimed, rushing forward to support him with one hand while pressing the call button with the other.
"What's the rush?" Darwin looked at her, his face unnaturally flushed with fever, "You hate me so much, wouldn't it be just fine if I died?"
"Even if you were a vagrant, if you were vomiting blood in front of me, I'd be anxious," Fiona responded after a moment.
A sense of inexplicable guilt washed over her as she turned to look for medical assistance.
She pressed the call button again.
"What is it?" The nurse station finally responded.
"The patient is vomiting blood," Fiona replied.
Moments later, Darwin was wheeled away.
Fiona, holding a stack of paperwork, was running up and down.
After all the tests were completed, Darwin was sent to a hospital room.
Fiona asked the doctor for advice.
Then, she ordered takeout that Darwin could eat.
"The reports are out. It's just a minor concussion, but your stomach is in worse shape," Fiona said, looking at the reports.
When she was by Darwin's side, he used to get check-ups every six months, and Fiona was the one collecting the reports.
So, she always knew that his stomach wasn't the strongest.
But it was never as bad as it was now.
Now there was bleeding in the stomach.
"Stomach bleeding," Fiona handed over the report.
Darwin glanced at it, too weary to take it, and closed his eyes.
Fiona placed the report back into the cabinet on the side.
"If you have things to do, you can go," Darwin said softly at that moment.
His tone held little emotion.
Fiona had been waiting for this moment.
"I indeed need to get back for a meeting," Fiona picked up her bag, "Mr. Solomon, you have assistants and secretaries to work for you, better call them over."
Darwin lay down and turned his head away, his entire demeanor screaming resistance.
Fiona thought to herself, "Has it been five years ago since I tried to coax you?"
If he's left alone for a while, starving after his IVs, he will be the one to suffer.
With that thought, Fiona walked determinedly toward the door with her bag in hand.
Darwin listened to the footsteps, his brows furrowed tightly.
His chest felt as if it had been stabbed dozens of times.
She left! She really did leave!
In the past, whenever he was sick, she wouldn't leave his side, would always coax him into taking his medicine and eating.
Darwin's heart ached as he reminisced about the past.
His chest hurt so much that his breathing became uneven.
Time passed torturously in his sorrow.
The door to the hospital room creaked open. Several footsteps could be heard entering.
"Is he asleep?" It was the voice of the attending physician.
"Seems so," the nurse answered.
"I'll come back later then," the physician said.
Afterward, the busy footsteps gradually faded away.
After a while, Darwin let out a sigh and reached for his phone to arrange a transfer to another facility.
At that moment, the sound of high heels clicked again.
Darwin was slightly startled.
Shortly after, a beautiful hand extended a bowl toward him.
He looked up to see Fiona's numb face.
"Didn't you…" he started.
"Eat this," Fiona handed him the takeout she brought for him.
Darwin glanced up, "Not hungry..."
"Eat, or I pour this over your head. Your choice," Fiona said sternly.
She reproached herself for feeling any sympathy for Darwin.
Wouldn't society benefit if a lowlife like him starved?
Darwin chose the former.
The small tray was placed on the hospital bed, the lid lifted, steam billowing out.
Darwin looked at the plastic spoon, instinctively furrowed his brow, and glanced unconsciously at Fiona.
With her arms crossed, Fiona watched him.
Clearly impatient about whether he'd eat or not.
Darwin, looking rather forlorn, picked up the plastic spoon and slowly started to eat.
Fiona dragged a chair to a corner, put on her headphones, opened her laptop, and connected with the studio.
"Chelsea, is Darwin okay? He's not dying, right?"
"He'll live," Fiona replied coolly, then said, "Just highlight the main points of your updates."
The team was a gossip mill, but when it came to work, their spirit was different.
Everyone methodically and succinctly briefed Fiona on the detailed plans.
Fiona barely commented during the entire meeting. Her slender fingers danced across the keyboard as she noted everything down.
Something was still off.
An indescribable sense of unease lingered in the corners of the plan.
As Fiona pondered with her eyes downcast, she could feel a piercing gaze on her.
Frowning, she looked up, meeting Darwin's intense stare.
She made a 'what's up' face at him.
Darwin smiled and withdrew his gaze. She sparkled when she was focused on her work.
Dazzling and bright.
After hearing all the details, Fiona wasn't in a hurry to speak, "Okay, keep moving forward."
After the video call, Fiona checked the time on her phone.
It was about time she left for home.
Just as she thought this, someone rushed into the room.
"Darwin!"
The decent mood Darwin managed to cultivate collapsed the moment he saw who it was, plunging into an abyss.
Fiona shut her laptop and stood up.
Darwin's gaze was scorching, locked on her.
"Where are you hurt? How could you have such an accident?" Lilian, fraught with worry, tried to touch Darwin's limbs.
Darwin raised a hand to stop her, "I'm not hurt."
"This place isn't good enough! I'll arrange a transfer to another hospital right away!"
In the midst of this, Fiona had approached the bedside.
She was thankful that despite her uncontrollable concern for Darwin's welfare, she had managed to stay clear-headed.
Before coming back, she had called Lilian to give her the hospital address and Darwin's room number.
"Chelsea!" Lilian turned, tearful and grateful, looking at Fiona.
"I'm really very grateful to you for bringing Darwin to the hospital. If anything had happened to him, I just..." Lilian's tears suddenly fell.
"It's okay!" Fiona patted her shoulder. "But you know, Miss Robbins, it looks like Mr. Solomon's stomach is in bad shape. You need to take good care of him. If it gets any worse, it could be unthinkable."
His stomach?
Lilian wasn't too clear about Darwin's health.
She had always seen him appear to be in good health.
"He keeps irregular hours and his eating habits are unstable," Lilian pretended to be very knowledgeable. "Anyway, I understand now. I'll take good care of him."
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