Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 178: Chapter 178
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George's words struck me like lightning. York was right. The patient George was taking care of was Clarissa, and Quinn had been hiding the truth about Clarissa from me.
Suppressing the surging emotions in my heart, I shook my head with a bitter smile and said to George, "I don't know Clarissa."
George froze on the spot. He realized that he had said something wrong and took the initiative to explain, "I'm sorry. I thought that since Quinn and Clarissa are so close, you should know about her. I didn't expect me to make a mistake."
"Is Quinn on good terms with Clarissa?" I asked George.
George didn't hide anything and confessed, "Yes, Clarissa has congenital heart disease. A few years ago, Quinn sent her overseas for a heart transplant."
"The surgery should have been a success, right? Otherwise, Quinn wouldn't have asked you to take care of her," I asked.
George nodded. "Yes, although the operation was very successful, Clarissa's body is still in a weak state. I opened a traditional doctor center in Nordia. I'm also Clarissa's private acupuncture doctor. I used acupuncture to help her improve her health."
I asked again, "Quinn specially arranged for you to take care of Clarissa, right?"
"Yes," George said. "For all these years, Quinn would visit Clarissa every time he went to Nordia. That's why I thought you should know Clarissa too."
When I heard this, my shock was obvious. "I see." I thought that all these years, Quinn had gone to Nordia just to visit Diana. Unexpectedly, the woman he really cared about was Diana's sister, Clarissa.
I suppressed the discomfort in my heart. After taking a deep breath, I asked George, "You're back in the country now. What about Clarissa?"
Although I had already guessed the answer, I didn't give up. I wanted to find out if Quinn was with Clarissa the night he didn't return.
"Well..." George looked at me hesitantly and said with a troubled expression, "Ask Quinn. I shouldn't say anything he didn't tell you."
I nodded repeatedly to show that I understood. "Dr. Johnson, don't mind me. I just remembered that when we first met that night, I interrupted your meal with Quinn. That night, Quinn even received a call from you saying that there was an emergency. Now that I think about it, I'm worried about Clarissa's health. Did something happen to her?"
Perhaps because my words were sincere, George hesitated for a moment before saying, "Actually, Clarissa was the one who insisted on returning to the country this time. Quinn hoped that she would recuperate overseas. Unfortunately, he couldn't stop Clarissa's determination to return to the country."
George smiled helplessly and shrugged at me. "So I could only go back with Clarissa."
Whether it was his answer, his expression, or his actions, they all confirmed the answer I wanted. In the silence, George felt a little uncomfortable. He felt that the atmosphere was a little strange.
Fortunately, the maid brought out the traditional medicine that had been brewed.
"Mrs. Madden, Dr. Johnson, the traditional medicine has been fried and the dregs have been filtered out. Do you want to take it while it's hot?" the maid asked.
George responded and took the bowl of medicine. He instructed the maid seriously, "When taking traditional medicine, some food must be avoided. Apart from the way I instructed you to fry the medicine, during this period of time, try not to touch persimmons, crabs, and other cold food."
He patiently explained a lot of food precautions. Afraid that the maid would not remember them, he even took the initiative to write them down and handed them to the maid.
After I finished the medicine, George left with the medicine box in his hand. "You don't have to send me off. When I come for another acupuncture treatment, I'll contact you in advance. Remember to rest well and don't work too hard."
I thanked him again. "Thank you for your hard work, Dr. Johnson. I'll get the maid to send you off."
After George left, I was a little distracted. Fortunately, the medicine took effect and could relieve insomnia. I actually fell asleep not long after.
I was woken up by Benedict's chubby little hand. He stuck his head out and called out softly, "Mommy."
"Benedict, do you miss me?" I sat up and hugged Benedict.
"Mommy, does it still hurt?" Benedict asked me with concern. His little hand was pressed against my abdomen. It was obvious that he knew that I was not feeling well. The caregiver must have mentioned it to him.
I shook my head. "I don't feel pain anymore. With you around, I'm much better."
"Dad..." Benedict was curious why Quinn was not at home with me.
At that moment, I felt a lump in my throat. I didn't know how to explain it. Quinn was busy with the Dazzling Project, but I also knew that even without this matter, I wasn't the only person he cared about.
Clarissa stubbornly wanted to come back, and her motive was self-evident. Perhaps, just like Diana back then, Clarissa came back for Quinn.
Thinking of this, I hugged Benedict even tighter.
In the following days, George would come to give me acupuncture treatment regularly, and Quinn would leave early and return late because of the Dazzling Project.
Several times when I fell asleep, he hadn't returned. Sometimes, I simply slept in Benedict's room because I was taking care of him. I thought that Quinn would look for me when he returned, but it was not the case.
Although I was a little disappointed, the maid told me that Quinn came back in the early morning and left before dawn. I only felt sorry for him.
After I took the blame and resigned, in addition to taking care of Benedict and recuperating, I also paid attention to the Madden Group's news.
The negative impact of the Dazzling Project led to a decline in the company's stock prices. Although I resigned as the project manager, it only curtailed the spread and propagation of inappropriate comments online.
Seeing the stock price fluctuate, I can understand why Quinn was too busy to go home.
On this day, I received a call from Shirley. She had already returned from Sea City and specially called me to inform me.
I said to her, "Mom, then I'll go home to see you. Benedict misses you too."
Suppressing the surging emotions in my heart, I shook my head with a bitter smile and said to George, "I don't know Clarissa."
George froze on the spot. He realized that he had said something wrong and took the initiative to explain, "I'm sorry. I thought that since Quinn and Clarissa are so close, you should know about her. I didn't expect me to make a mistake."
"Is Quinn on good terms with Clarissa?" I asked George.
George didn't hide anything and confessed, "Yes, Clarissa has congenital heart disease. A few years ago, Quinn sent her overseas for a heart transplant."
"The surgery should have been a success, right? Otherwise, Quinn wouldn't have asked you to take care of her," I asked.
George nodded. "Yes, although the operation was very successful, Clarissa's body is still in a weak state. I opened a traditional doctor center in Nordia. I'm also Clarissa's private acupuncture doctor. I used acupuncture to help her improve her health."
I asked again, "Quinn specially arranged for you to take care of Clarissa, right?"
"Yes," George said. "For all these years, Quinn would visit Clarissa every time he went to Nordia. That's why I thought you should know Clarissa too."
When I heard this, my shock was obvious. "I see." I thought that all these years, Quinn had gone to Nordia just to visit Diana. Unexpectedly, the woman he really cared about was Diana's sister, Clarissa.
I suppressed the discomfort in my heart. After taking a deep breath, I asked George, "You're back in the country now. What about Clarissa?"
Although I had already guessed the answer, I didn't give up. I wanted to find out if Quinn was with Clarissa the night he didn't return.
"Well..." George looked at me hesitantly and said with a troubled expression, "Ask Quinn. I shouldn't say anything he didn't tell you."
I nodded repeatedly to show that I understood. "Dr. Johnson, don't mind me. I just remembered that when we first met that night, I interrupted your meal with Quinn. That night, Quinn even received a call from you saying that there was an emergency. Now that I think about it, I'm worried about Clarissa's health. Did something happen to her?"
Perhaps because my words were sincere, George hesitated for a moment before saying, "Actually, Clarissa was the one who insisted on returning to the country this time. Quinn hoped that she would recuperate overseas. Unfortunately, he couldn't stop Clarissa's determination to return to the country."
George smiled helplessly and shrugged at me. "So I could only go back with Clarissa."
Whether it was his answer, his expression, or his actions, they all confirmed the answer I wanted. In the silence, George felt a little uncomfortable. He felt that the atmosphere was a little strange.
Fortunately, the maid brought out the traditional medicine that had been brewed.
"Mrs. Madden, Dr. Johnson, the traditional medicine has been fried and the dregs have been filtered out. Do you want to take it while it's hot?" the maid asked.
George responded and took the bowl of medicine. He instructed the maid seriously, "When taking traditional medicine, some food must be avoided. Apart from the way I instructed you to fry the medicine, during this period of time, try not to touch persimmons, crabs, and other cold food."
He patiently explained a lot of food precautions. Afraid that the maid would not remember them, he even took the initiative to write them down and handed them to the maid.
After I finished the medicine, George left with the medicine box in his hand. "You don't have to send me off. When I come for another acupuncture treatment, I'll contact you in advance. Remember to rest well and don't work too hard."
I thanked him again. "Thank you for your hard work, Dr. Johnson. I'll get the maid to send you off."
After George left, I was a little distracted. Fortunately, the medicine took effect and could relieve insomnia. I actually fell asleep not long after.
I was woken up by Benedict's chubby little hand. He stuck his head out and called out softly, "Mommy."
"Benedict, do you miss me?" I sat up and hugged Benedict.
"Mommy, does it still hurt?" Benedict asked me with concern. His little hand was pressed against my abdomen. It was obvious that he knew that I was not feeling well. The caregiver must have mentioned it to him.
I shook my head. "I don't feel pain anymore. With you around, I'm much better."
"Dad..." Benedict was curious why Quinn was not at home with me.
At that moment, I felt a lump in my throat. I didn't know how to explain it. Quinn was busy with the Dazzling Project, but I also knew that even without this matter, I wasn't the only person he cared about.
Clarissa stubbornly wanted to come back, and her motive was self-evident. Perhaps, just like Diana back then, Clarissa came back for Quinn.
Thinking of this, I hugged Benedict even tighter.
In the following days, George would come to give me acupuncture treatment regularly, and Quinn would leave early and return late because of the Dazzling Project.
Several times when I fell asleep, he hadn't returned. Sometimes, I simply slept in Benedict's room because I was taking care of him. I thought that Quinn would look for me when he returned, but it was not the case.
Although I was a little disappointed, the maid told me that Quinn came back in the early morning and left before dawn. I only felt sorry for him.
After I took the blame and resigned, in addition to taking care of Benedict and recuperating, I also paid attention to the Madden Group's news.
The negative impact of the Dazzling Project led to a decline in the company's stock prices. Although I resigned as the project manager, it only curtailed the spread and propagation of inappropriate comments online.
Seeing the stock price fluctuate, I can understand why Quinn was too busy to go home.
On this day, I received a call from Shirley. She had already returned from Sea City and specially called me to inform me.
I said to her, "Mom, then I'll go home to see you. Benedict misses you too."
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