Chapter 205 Injured
After finishing the proposal framework, Fiona had no time to rest so she headed straight to the kitchen. She prepared their favorite breakfasts for Charles and Chicago. Once breakfast was ready, Charles, looking sharp, came downstairs. Fiona already missed him before they even parted.
"I'll wrap up work as soon as possible," Fiona said, her eyes filled with pitiful reluctance as she touched Charles's forehead. Charles caressed her cheek, which looked somewhat pale and haggard from the all-nighter, and then gently stroked the dark circles under her eyes. "Mommy, did you stay up all night?"
Fiona nodded and said, "The proposal wasn't coming along, but then I had a breakthrough, and before I knew it, it was already this late."
"Don't overdo it," Charles said softly. "Staying up all night can make you sick."
He didn't like it when Mommy got sick. He had been extremely scared and worried the last time she was ill, fearing he might lose her.
"I know," Fiona replied tenderly. "Let's have breakfast, I made it myself!"
Charles nodded.
"I'll go call Chicago," Fiona said, touching Charles's head as she headed upstairs.
Pushing open the children's room door, sure enough, Chicago was still curled up in bed. Fiona approached to wake her when she heard Chicago's soft sobs.
Fiona's fingers stiffened... was it still hard for her to let go of Darwin?
"Chicago," Fiona said gently, taking her shoulders and turning her toward her. Chicago's nose was indeed red from crying. Fiona felt her heart wrench at the sight.
"Why the tears?" she asked, wiping Chicago's eyes.
Chicago looked up at Fiona, sobbing uncontrollably, "Mommy... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have ignored you and made you sad!"
Fiona was taken aback. She had thought Chicago's sadness was because of Darwin. But it was this instead?
"It's okay," Fiona embraced Chicago, patting her back gently. "Chicago, you're still so young, there's a lot I don't know how to say to you, so there's much you don't understand. I know that Chicago and Charles are the best children in the whole world... It's me who hasn't done enough."
Chicago clung to Fiona's shoulder and cried. She had woken up when Charles did.
The thought of leaving Armie Country today and not seeing Uncle again, and also not seeing Mommy for a long time, especially after ignoring her all day yesterday, suddenly gave rise to a burst of guilt within her.
"Mommy, I'll grow up fast and tall!" Chicago said with a sob.
Fiona wanted to say that it was okay to take it slow.
But when the words reached her lips, they changed to, "Alright, I will also try to do better in the future!"
"Mhm," Chicago nodded.
Then she hugged Fiona's neck.
Fiona comforted her for a while until she loosened her grip, still sniffling, meticulously getting washed up and dressed.
She then took out a pretty little headband, crying as she went downstairs to find Stuart to do her hair.
Fiona was both amused and heartbroken.
She followed her down the stairs.
Reaching the living room, they saw Janna coming in from the yard.
"Where did you go so early?" Fiona asked in surprise.
"I've left some instructions for a few people," Janna said, and then seeing Chicago sitting on her little stool, her sobbing turning her nose red, she asked, "Why are you crying so much your nose has turned red?"
Chicago sobbed a few times and said in fits and starts, "Grandma Janna! I'm okay, just can't seem… to… to stop."
After a couple more sobs, she continued, "I'll be fine… in a bit!"
Janna was heartbroken.
She didn't wait for Fiona and started to comfort the child.
Fiona opened her mouth to speak. She didn't want Janna to leave people for her.
She had refused several times before. But this time Janna probably wouldn't compromise.
She left people behind, likely because of Darwin, who had been tracking her actions before.
Chicago finished getting her little braids done.
Then she climbed into the chair and started to eat breakfast through tears.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, Janna did not let Fiona go to the send-off.
She took Chicago and Charles straight to the airport.
After the kids left, the house emptied out, and Fiona turned around to go back to her room. Suddenly, the decent-sized house felt deserted.
She took a bath. Then collapsed on the bed.
Probably because she had been too excited writing a framework earlier, and after sending off the children, which was quite upsetting, her emotions had fluctuated too much, and Fiona could not feel any sleepiness.
She decided to pick up her phone and check the latest news.
Upon refreshing the screen, a familiar name appeared.
"President Darwin Solomon reportedly hospitalized with serious illness. Solomon's real estate project press conference postponed as a result."
Fiona frowned slightly. The old Darwin would not have allowed such news headlines to surface.
And it was only a press conference. Even when he was sick before, as long as he could get up, he never missed work.
Why had he become so delicate now?
But then again, he didn't vomit blood when he was sick before.
Vomiting blood would imply a serious type of illness, wouldn't it?
Fiona's thoughts wandered briefly before she realized that even if Darwin had passed away, it wouldn't significantly affect her. She immediately put on a stern face and scratched out the news about his death.
"Fiona, are you there?" At that moment, Ashton's urgent voice came from the doorway.
Fiona opened the door. "What's wrong?"
"My grandma bumped her head, and I drank last night, shouldn't drive now!"
"Okay, get in the car and wait for me." Fiona quickly changed her clothes.
Then she drove Ashton to the hospital rapidly.
They arrived at Grandma Carey's hospital room in a rush and upon opening the door, they saw Grandma, her head wrapped in bandages.
"Grandma!" Ashton's voice shook.
"What happened?" Fiona looked toward the caregiver.
The caregiver's face was pale. "It...it wasn't me."
"It wasn't her," Grandma Carey reassured Ashton, "there's an elderly person with dementia staying next door. They barged into my room this morning and struck me with an object."
"I'll go find them!" Ashton didn't care whether the person was an elderly patient with dementia or not.
If the family knew their relative could suddenly become aggressive, why weren't they being properly supervised?
Ashton stormed out of the room, and Fiona, worried she'd be outnumbered, followed immediately.
At the doorway of the adjacent room, a dramatic scene unfolded.
"Ashton!" Alice exclaimed in surprise upon seeing her.
Ashton glanced at her, then looked inside the room.
Just then, Chris stepped out.
Seeing Ashton, his pupils shook violently.
"Why are you here?" he frowned and asked.
"What's your relationship with the patient in this room?" Fiona held Ashton's hand, stepping forward with a cool indifference.
"She's my grandmother," Alice responded.
"Your grandmother?" Ashton's temper flared.
It was a workday.
Chris, a notorious workaholic, was nearly always on time and hardly ever left early.
Yet today, he was there at the hospital with Alice.
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