Oliver Johnson is also somewhat stubborn. Although he only spoke briefly about going back with her, he didn’t give her any chance to refuse. He took her to the parking lot and opened the car door for her.
"I think the situation must be urgent, so don’t hesitate anymore."
"Yes, Sophie Smith, Brother Johnson is just being kind. You should quickly go back to Southern County to check on your dad," Eva Miller urged.
Sophie Smith was anxious already. She couldn’t care about much else now. She said goodbye to Eva Miller and climbed into Oliver Johnson’s car.
"It’s so late, and I’m bothering you. I’m really sorry." Sophie Smith’s eyes were a bit swollen and red; she lowered her head, not wanting him to see her current emotions.
By the time Oliver Johnson took her to a county hospital in Southern County, it was already one in the morning. She found Christopher Smith’s ward, and when Charlotte Harrison saw her come in, she stood up for the first time, her eyes devoid of the previous arrogance and disdain. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Sophie Smith knelt by the bedside, looking at the unconscious Christopher Smith. A hard-to-describe pain spread within her heart.
A long time ago, her father was such a sacred existence in her mind. Later, Charlotte Harrison’s involvement disrupted the relationship of the family of three. But she firmly believed that her father’s kindness to her came from his heart. Now she felt remorseful and guilty, realizing she hadn’t fulfilled the duties of a daughter. But her realization came too late, too late.
She tightly held Christopher Smith’s cold hand, lying by the bed. Oliver Johnson and Charlotte Harrison stood by without speaking. After a while, they heard Sophie Smith’s soft sobbing.
"About the medical expenses..." Charlotte Harrison hesitated to speak further. Given Christopher Smith’s condition now, chemotherapy would surely require a lot of money, which she couldn’t afford.
"Don’t worry about the medical expenses." Sophie Smith stood up. "I just want you to take good care of Dad."
"Take care?" Charlotte Harrison was somewhat reluctant. Now that Christopher is so ill, having her take care of him without leaving his side restricts her freedom. "Sophie Smith, don’t you think about me? I have to take care of Little James. Where would I find the time?"
Sophie Smith’s lips curled into a faint, bitter smile, "Okay, I don’t need you to take care of him. I will transfer Dad to a hospital in Eastern City. You won’t need to worry about time anymore."
As Sophie Smith arrived at the hospital, Charlotte Harrison prepared to leave.
"I’ve been here all afternoon without any rest. I’m going home now." She paused, seemingly remembering something, "It cost over twenty thousand for the hospitalization and examination fees this afternoon, and I don’t have much money left..."
"There’s money in my bag. Go and take it," Sophie Smith interrupted Charlotte Harrison. Just hearing her voice made her feel nauseous.
Charlotte Harrison said nothing more. She directly picked up her bag, rummaged through the cash and the bank card inside, and then walked out of the ward without any qualms.
Sophie Smith glanced up at Oliver Johnson, wanting to say something, but Oliver Johnson spoke first.
"I’ll help you contact the hospital in Eastern City. I think you can transfer your dad there tomorrow."
"Thank you." Sophie Smith lowered her head. His assistance indeed made her feel much more at ease at that moment.