Chapter 161
She called Henry’s phone four times in succession. No answer.
Making a sudden decision, Isabella changed out of her hospital gown into street clothes. Without bothering to inform the nurses, she slipped out of her room, down the elevator, and out through the hospital’s main entrance.
Hailing a taxi, she gave the driver the address to the Harding mansion.
Minutes after her departure, Nancy returned to find the room empty. Alarmed, she immediately called Henry. When he didn’t answer, she called James instead.
“Mr. James,” she said urgently, “could you possibly contact Mr. Harding? Miss Scott has disappeared!”
James tried Henry’s phone as well, with no success.
A feeling of unease lingered in his heart.
James drove directly to the Harding mansion, his concern growing by the minute. In the entrance hall, he noticed Henry’s shoes but no sign of the man himself. Pulling out his phone, he dialed Henry’s number again and heard a ringtone coming from the second–floor bedroom.
Without waiting for permission, James rushed upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door.
What he saw made his blood run cold.
Henry lay on the bed, his face a sickly yellow, eyes closed tight, lips tinged with blue. His brow was furrowed deeply, as if he was in tremendous pain. He wasn’t responding to the ringing phone beside him.
Before James could react, a security guard ran up the stairs, addressing the seemingly unconscious man on the bed: “Mr. Harding, your wife is asking for food. She says she’s hungry. Should we…”
The guard stopped short when he saw James standing frozen by the bed. James looked at him like he’d just found salvation.
“Take me to Mrs. Harding, immediately!”
Following the guard to the basement, James found Sophia sitting on the floor, her once–elegant purple gown wrinkled and dirty, her makeup smeared.
“Mrs. Harding!” James called out desperately. “Mr. Harding is sick! You need to come quickly!”
‘Really?” Sophia laughed bitterly. “Wow, even the heavens can’t stand his behavior anymore. Karma’s finally catching up to that bastard!”
‘Mrs. Harding, this isn’t a joke!” James shouted, his composure breaking. “It’s a matter of life and death!”
The urgency in his voice finally calmed Sophia down.
Whatever Henry had done, she was still a nurse. On her first day at Manhattan General, she had taken an oath to heal the sick and save lives.
The moment I entered Henry’s bedroom, I assessed his condition with practiced eyes. His waxy complexion, blue–tinged lips, and pained expression told me everything I needed to know. Heart issue–a serious one.
Without hesitation, I moved to the storage cabinet/where I kept a medical kit. Finding the appropriate medication, I returned to his side.
‘Hold his head up,” I instructed James, who immédiately complied.
I placed the pills under Henry’s tongue, watching as they dissolved. After several tense minutes, his breathing gradually became more regular, the pain in his expression easing slightly.
James watched in awe.
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He knew I understood Henry’s condition better than anyone. I had married Henry while he was in the ICU, and despite being pregnant. Th tirelessly until his discharge. Afterward, I had actively helped him restore his health through proper nutrition and medication management
Will he be alright now that he’s taken the medicine?‘ James asked anxiously.
I glanced at Henry’s more regular breathing, not even bothering to look up as I answered: ‘Don’t worry. After taking those pills and getting a good nigh sleep, he’ll be back to his energetic self tomorrow.”
James nodded firmly. “I believe you, Mrs. Harding.
He hesitated, then continued in a sympathetic tone. “About what happened at the Imperial Palace tonight… if I may say something, Mrs. Harding, your personality is too straightforward, too proud. You should learn from Miss Scott–learn to act helpless sometimes.”
I raised an eyebrow, surprised by his sudden candor.
For your birthday last time,” James continued, “Mr. Harding personally went shopping for jewelry for you–a set worth over ten million dollars. Miss Scott’s set was one I picked out, and it doesn’t compare to the emerald jade set he chose for you!”
I stared at him, completely confused.
What birthday gift? Henry never gave me anything for my birthday.
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