After idle chatting with Henry Hudson in the hospital for several hours, the day gradually darkened. After considering her words carefully, Charlotte Thompson told Henry that she had decided to visit Annie Anne in the hospital.
Henry naturally had no objections. His face still wore the same gentle smile as always. The sunlight fell on his face, unbelievably mild.
He nodded slightly at Charlotte and said, "Okay. If she’s awake, please say hello to her for me."
After nodding back, Charlotte picked up her bag and left the ward.
The two hospitals were a bit far apart. On the way, she passed a restaurant. After thinking for a few seconds, she decided to stop and get some takeaway before driving to the hospital where Annie was.
It was now evening, the noise in the hospital had quieted down. People came and went in the lobby where some were taking an IV drip on long benches, and nurses were softly explaining dietary precautions to patients.
The scene was peaceful and harmonious.
Unconsciously, Charlotte smiled, took the food and headed straight for the elevator. The ward where Annie was staying was an exclusive high-end room arranged by Charlotte herself, located on the fifth floor of the entire hospital.
Though the floor wasn’t very high, the equipment in the ward was of the highest standard.
Pushing open the ward door, Charlotte tiptoed in. She saw Olivia Thompson propping her chin in the chair looking a little lost at Annie who was still sleeping soundly on the bed.
Glancing over, she saw Oliver Hudson sitting on the other side of the bed, holding a warm towel while gently wiping Annie’s face. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novᴇlfire.net
The room was eerily silent, and Charlotte noticed Olivia’s occasionally odd glances at Oliver.
Charlotte sighed, it seemed that this father and daughter probably hadn’t spoken to each other the entire day.
She placed the food on the table making a slight noise.
Only then did the two of them notice her arrival and turned their heads to look at her.
Charlotte pulled up a chair and sat down, lowering her voice with a hint of worry, she asked, "Is she still not awake?"
Hearing this, Oliver’s face didn’t look well. Dark circles weighed heavily under his eyes and tiny noticeable red veins were visible. Signs of profound fatigue quietly spread from his eyes.
He put the towel down, sighed and said, "She did wake up once, but she was emotionally unstable. The doctor gave her a tranquilizer, and she’s been asleep since."
Charlotte wasn’t surprised by this. She raised her eyes, hesitated and asked, "Have you...not slept all night?"
As her words fell, Oliver seemed surprised by the question. When he finally responded, he smiled bitterly, "As soon as I close my eyes, I imagine the despair that Annie must have felt. How can I dare to sleep peacefully?"
It was not that he could not but dared not.
Charlotte opened her mouth but ended up saying nothing. She sighed, took out the food from the bag on the table, and said, "I suppose you two didn’t have dinner. Come have some."
She glanced at Olivia whose thoughts seemed to be brought back by her voice. After hesitating, Olivia finally got off the chair and walked over.
Oliver glanced at Olivia, and a hint of indulgence that he himself hadn’t noticed flashed under his eyes.
After dinner, Charlotte gave Oliver a knowing look. The two of them went to see the chief doctor together. As soon as Oliver entered the office, he asked directly.
"Doctor, if we want to transfer her to another hospital, can we do it now?"
Charlotte was taken aback and said, "Transfer hospitals?"