Chapter 849: Kill as Soon as Possible
Hannah was wiped out from the weekend's craziness. The second she got home, she crashed and didn't wake up till the next morning.
Today, she finally wasn't running late and even showed up at the office ten minutes early.
But Charles? Dude was super late.
He looked like crap—pale face, bloodshot eyes, and those dark circles were no joke.
Hannah was freaked out by how he looked and blurted out, "Mr. Watson, you okay? You look like death warmed over."
Charles tried to answer but started hacking up a lung as soon as he opened his mouth.
Hannah got it right away, "You sick or something?"
After being out in the cold wind on that mountaintop and sleeping on the ground all night, no wonder he caught something.
Charles covered his mouth and shook his head, "I'm good!"
Then he made a beeline for his office.
Hannah grabbed his arm, "You're sick, and you're saying you're fine? Look at yourself."
She whipped out her phone, opened the camera, and pointed it at Charles.
Soon enough, a ghostly pale face showed up on the screen.
Charles was just as freaked out by his own reflection.
He didn't look this bad when he left home this morning. How did he get so pale so fast?
Hannah dragged him towards the elevator, "No way, you need a doctor! Come on, I'll take you! There's a hospital near here. It's probably too late to book online, so I'll stand in line for you. You wait nearby."
Charles shook his head, "No need! I got meds in my office. I'll just pop a couple of pills."
He pulled his hand away and headed into his office.
Hannah, still worried, followed him in.
She saw Charles already behind his desk, pulling a white pill bottle from the top left drawer, pouring out a green capsule, and about to swallow it dry.
Hannah was shocked and grabbed his hand, snatching the pill bottle with her other hand. After seeing the name of the medicine, she was livid.
Hannah snapped, "Mr. Watson, this is an antibiotic, not cold medicine! You're sick with a cold, and even if you down the whole bottle, it won't help."
"An antibiotic?" Charles glanced at the label, surprised.
Yep, it was an antibiotic.
Last time, because of his crappy eating habits, he got a stomach issue. Wyatt wanted to drag him to the hospital, but he refused and had him grab some meds from the pharmacy instead.
Luckily, it wasn't too serious.
After taking the meds, his stomach got better.
He just tossed the bottle in the drawer and forgot about it.
Hannah sighed, "Isn't your mom Professor Watson? How can you mess this up?"
Charles, embarrassed, said, "She's a cardiologist, not a general practitioner! Just 'cause she's a doctor doesn't mean I know everything."
Actually, he used to know.
Back when it was just him, Fannie, and Patricia living abroad together.
When Patricia was swamped, she had no time to take care of them.
Fannie was basically raised by him.
At first, Patricia bought medicine for Fannie when she was sick. Over time, he picked it up.
But ever since Violet left, he was living in a fog and didn't pay much attention to this stuff. Plus, he was usually healthy and rarely got sick, so he eventually forgot everything.
Hannah was fuming and slammed the pill bottle on the table, "You know better; you just don't take care of yourself! You can't just pop random pills. You know taking the wrong meds can be deadly, right?"
Charles gave a weak smile, "It's not that serious."
Seeing how little he cared about his health, Hannah threw their boss-employee thing out the window and yanked him up from his seat, dragging him outside.
Hannah insisted, "No way, you're seeing a doctor! Let's hit the hospital."
As she was dragging Charles out, they bumped into Wyatt, who was carrying some documents.
Wyatt noticed Charles's ghostly face and quickly asked, "Mr. Watson, what's going on?"
Charles shook his head but started hacking up a storm before he could say anything.
Hannah jumped in, "Mr. Watson's sick. I'm taking him to the hospital! If there's anything urgent, email it to me, and I'll handle it for him."
Wyatt nodded, "Thanks, Hannah! Head to Maple Leaf Medical Center. I'll call the director to set up a doctor for you."
Charles thought she was blowing things out of proportion.
Charles refused, "No need! It's just a cold. No need to bother the director! We'll just see any doctor. Wasting resources isn't fair to other patients."
Hannah agreed, "Mr. Watson's right. It's just a cold; no need to make a big deal."
Seeing their insistence, Wyatt backed off, "Alright, if anything comes up, call me anytime."
Hannah nodded, and despite Charles's reluctance, she managed to get him into the elevator.
Once inside, Hannah placed her palm on Charles's forehead to check his temperature.
Hannah worried, "Your forehead's on fire! How can you say you're fine?"
Charles leaned weakly against the elevator wall, feeling like he was walking on clouds, his whole body light and airy.
He had never felt so weak.
He usually worked day and night and was fine.
But he got sick after one fun outing.
No warning signs.
Hannah knew that adults with a fever could feel really crappy and feared he might collapse. She kindly supported his arm, "If you feel weak, lean on me. I'll hold you up."
Charles didn't want to, so he held onto the elevator wall with one hand to support himself.
In the elevator, he could rely on the handrail, but once outside, he couldn't support himself. He stumbled several times, almost falling.
Hannah had to use a lot of effort to keep him from face-planting.
Hannah said, "Alright, lean on me! I'll support you. If you fall, it'll be too embarrassing."
Charles had no choice but to lean on Hannah.
Her body was soft, and a faint, sweet scent filled his nose.
Charles was already out of it from his illness, but his mind couldn't help wandering. Just leaning on her felt so soft; holding her must be even softer.
But this thought quickly vanished from his mind.
Hannah let him lean on her shoulder, one hand holding his arm, the other around his waist, struggling to walk outside.
Unbeknownst to them, this scene sparked heated discussions in the employee group chat.
It also reached Austin.
Seeing their cozy photos, he was furious and even more determined to take Charles out ASAP.
His hesitation vanished, replaced by a burning desire to kill Charles.
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