Chapter 309 Is He Really Worthy?
Fiona looked at Dagwood with a dazed expression.
"Just five minutes," Dagwood said with a warm smile. "I'll go buy you something to eat."
"Dagwood..." Fiona started to protest.
But he had already strode off before she could finish.
She sat on the bench, admiring a camellia tree blossoming nearby, bursting with beauty.
She reached out, gently touching the most vibrant bloom. Looking up at the vast sky, the heaviness in her heart seemed to lift a little.
At this point, anger and frustration were useless.
What mattered most was finding the right bone marrow for Charles, getting the surgery done as soon as possible, and helping him recover quickly.
Darwin thought of Chicago's tear-streaked face.
He felt anxious, his concern growing as he awaited a message from Chicago, asking for his presence. Eventually, driven by a sudden impulse, he ended up at the Rhoads family medical center.
It was the sight of the camellia during a video call with Chicago that had drawn him there. After passing through the main hall of the medical facility, he spotted Fiona soaking up the sun on a distant bench, her eyes closed in relaxation.
Darwin had never expected to find his wife here while looking for Chicago.
After the brief joy, a flood of worry washed over him.
Why was Fiona at the hospital?
Was she sick?
He was about to head over when a man appeared in his view—a familiar yet strange silhouette.
Dagwood, having bought cake and coffee, jogged back, slowing down only when he saw Fiona. His breath was heavy as he walked up to her, shaking his head, "I was afraid you'd take off."
Fiona looked at him and retorted, “Why would I run off when someone’s treating me to desserts and coffee that could rival a five-star hotel’s?”
With that, she reached for the items in Dagwood's hands.
“It's Basque cake, not too fattening,” Dagwood said while handing her a steaming cup of coffee.
Fiona set the coffee aside without a word and quietly unboxed the triangular cake. She scooped a small piece with a spoon and tasted it.
She hadn’t had much appetite since Charles' accident, everything that reached her mouth tasted bitter.
But this mouthful of the creamy dessert did alleviate some of the bitterness.
“How is it?” Dagwood inquired.
“Delicious,” Fiona nodded, her spirits lifting slightly. “I’ll get a piece for Chicago later too.”
"Underestimated me, huh?" Dagwood said with pride, brandishing another bag in her hand. "Got everyone covered—yours, Chicago's, even Grandma Rhoads'."
Fiona let out a laugh that had been absent for too long: "Trust you to nail it, Water Master!"
"No other way around it," Dagwood remarked with a hint of sentiment and took a seat beside Fiona.
Fiona indulged herself with a generous piece of cake, savoring every bite with her eyes closed. "The Rhoads are like sleeping dragons, aren't they? Once Charles gets better, I’ll have to talk with the pastry chef about our dessert café franchise idea."
"You and your business mind,” Dagwood observed, his eyes full of unhidden affection.
"It's my nature,” Fiona replied. She picked up another slice of cake from her own bag, unwrapped it, and handed it to Dagwood. "Here, you have some too."
Dagwood accepted the offering.
Side by side, they chatted sporadically, enjoying their desserts bite by bite. Fiona also scooped a bit of Dagwood's cake to taste.
After sharing their unanimous approval of the treat, they finished their cakes.
Each popped open a can of coffee, clinked them together in a toast. "To Charles, for a swift recovery!" said Dagwood.
Fiona nodded, “Yeah!”
Then, both of them took a big gulp of coffee with laughter.
Strikingly attractive, they sat there by the beautiful blooming trees, eating sweets and drinking coffee—a sight that would make anyone remark on how perfectly matched and harmoniously warm they looked.
Darwin witnessed this whole scene.
Even though he couldn't make out their words, he could clearly feel Fiona's absolute trust in Dagwood.
His head began to throb faintly.
The old Darwin would have rushed over without a second thought.
But now...
Clutching his heart as it ached sharply, forehead beading with sweat, a thought suddenly sprang into his mind.
All these years...
What had he brought to Fiona?
Initial humiliation, followed by indifference, then threats and coercion... What else?
Had she ever felt as relaxed with him as she did now with Dagwood?
Lilian wanted her dead.
But what about him?
Because of Lilian’s life-saving favor, despite her anger and disappointment, he still protected her.
What would Dagwood do in his place?
For some reason, Darwin felt that Dagwood would make a different choice.
When this thought surfaced, a great fear and unease enveloped Darwin.
For the first time, he harbored the thought that he might not be worthy.
Was Fiona truly happy by his side?
If keeping her with him meant her lifelong unhappiness, then what was the purpose of her staying for him?
“Sir?”
A voice sounded from beside him.
Looking over, Darwin noticed it was a doctor in a white lab coat flanked by two individuals that resembled nurses.
“Mr. Solomon?”
Darwin had become a bit of a local celebrity.
His face was one many could easily recognize.
“Mr. Solomon, are you alright? You look quite pale,” the doctor quickly inquired, “Should I contact Ms. Rhoads for you?”
By now, everyone saw Chelsea and Darwin as inseparable as life partners.
Darwin was just about to decline when one of the nurses suddenly chimed in, “Mr. Solomon, leukemia might sound terrifying, but with the right bone marrow match, children can quickly return to health. Please don’t worry so much.”
Darwin paused, turning to look at the nurse who spoke, “Leukemia?”
Now it was the nurse’s turn to be taken aback, her mouth twitched, “You... you didn’t know?”
Darwin was lucky.
In this hospital, hardly any staff were aware about sick Charles.
But he happened to encounter the shift team responsible for Charles’s floor.
Since they knew of Chelsea and Darwin’s bond, they assumed Darwin was there to visit Charles.
Who would have thought that one spouse would be unaware of the other’s sick child?
They were known for their tight lips.
Any other day, that nurse would have kept her mouth shut.
“Apologies, Mr. Solomon, she got the wrong person,” the doctor interjected swiftly, “It's a relative of another Mr. Solomon whose child has leukemia, just arrived at our hospital for treatment.”
“Is that so?”
Darwin stood up straight, his headache persisting.
But now he seemed to shake it off.
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