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Jeffrey was silent for a moment before answering, “Give it five more days. If there’s still no substantial progress, then call her in.”
Stanley wanted to say, “There’s really no need.” He doubted he’d make any breakthroughs, not even in a
month.
He guessed, “Could Amelia be from some big family? Her background is spotless; she can’t be just from an ordinary family.”
“Just keep investigating,” Jeffrey said. He wasn’t the type to jump to any conclusions without concrete progress.
Stanley ended the call, taking the cue without another word.
Jeffrey sat in his office and reyed the surveince recording one more time. He was certain Amelia wasn’t simple, yet for all the great families he searched, there was no trace of the Jensen family. Thinking of this, he dialed Timothy’s number.
When Timothy saw it was Jeffrey calling, he told Reba and Ian he had to step out to take a call, then went outside. He called out, “Mr. Hanson.”
“Did that person fromst timee back to the hospital?” Jeffrey asked.
Timothy replied, “He did. Just like before, he sat in the room for about half an hour before leaving. I only heard about it afterward from the nurses.”
Jeffrey frowned. He moved his mouse, clicked a few times to open up the surveince footage, and locked his gaze on the man shown on the screen.
He felt that the man looked familiar, but he couldn’t say where he had seen him before or who he resembled.
Perhaps because Jeffrey had been silent for too long, Timothy called out, “Mr. Hanson?”
Jeffrey said, “From now on, make sure that room is tightly guarded. Anyone going in, except Reba, has to be logged. If that man shows up again, call me right away.”
“Yes, sir,” Timothy replied.
Jeffrey hummed in acknowledgment and hung up.
Timothy sent a message in the group chat to pass along the instructions, and once he was done, he returned to the ward.
Reba was holding Amelia’s hand and chatting with her. When she saw Timothye in, she asked, “Has my mom’s health data improved significantlytely?”
“It has,” Timothy replied,
Reba’s eyes widened in surprise. She eximed, “Really?”
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Timothy nced at the bed with gentle eyes. He couldn’t help but feel happy for her. He said, “The change isn’t huge, butpared to before, it’s definitely better. Honestly, I think it’s your daily chats andpany that are starting to work.”
Reba asked, “Does that mean she might wake up soon?”
“Could be,” Timothy answered, careful not to promise anything for sure.
Still, that one line was enough to fill Reba with hope.
After Timothy left, Reba stayed by Amelia’s side, chatting away. She talked about Samuel’stest adventures, her own life and work, and even mentioned May.
Watching Reba sit there, trying so hard to wake Amelia, Ian felt a pang of regret. He thought, ‘If only I had studied medicine, maybe I could’ve helped her more.‘
He walked over and gently patted her shoulder. He said, “Don’t worry too much. Who knows? Maybe your mom will wake up tomorrow, and you can tell her everything you want.”
Reba nodded.
Just as Jeffrey pulled up the surveince feed to check on Amelia, this moment yed out before his eyes. His eyes locked onto Ian’s hand resting on Reba’s slender shoulder, and the entire atmosphere around him turned frosty in an instant.
He grabbed his phone and dialed Henry’s number.
Ian had no idea danger was heading his way. He was casually chatting with Reba, saying whatever it took just to cheer her up and help her rx.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed.
Ian took his phone out of his pocket. When he saw the caller ID, his expression shifted almost imperceptibly. Without a second thought, he declined the call.
“Who was it?” Reba asked.
“Just one of those sales calls,” Ian replied offhandedly.
Reba stared at him, her eyes saying, “Seriously?”
Jan sounded totally believable. He said, “I bought something online a while ago, and ever since then, my phone’s been spammed nonstop. Blocking them doesn’t even work.”
Reba just shrugged and believed him.
But then, just a secondter, his phone buzzed again. This time, instead of a call, it was a text notification.
The message was from Henry. He texted: [You’ve got thirty minutes. If you’re not home by then, I’m teaming up with Jeffrey.]
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Ian just stared at his phone, utterly speechless.
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Catching the seriousness on his face, Reba said, “If you need to go take care of something, don’t worry about me. I’m good here.”
crazy.”
Reba asked, “Did you two make up or something?”
“Not in a million years,” Ian replied with clear annoyance, not even trying to hide how much he disliked talking about Henry. He said, “Forget him. He can do whatever he wants; I couldn’t care less.”
Reba didn’t try to persuade Ian. She and Jessica only knew the basics about what went down between Ian and Henry.
But both of them agreed–there had to be something more Ian was keeping from them, or else he wouldn’t have been so cold toward Henry all these years. They never pried, knowing everyone had stuff they’d rather keep to themselves.
They were friends, and that meant respecting each other–no questions asked.
Reba tucked Amelia in and said, “Come on. Dinner’s on me tonight.”
“Let’s go,” Ian said, not giving a second thought to the call or the text.
Jeffrey could only watch as the two walked out together, already set on having dinner. His gaze grew even colder as he called Gregory over and ordered, “Whatever it takes, mess up Reba and Ian’s dinner. Any losses–pay the restaurant owner ten times over.”
“Got it,” Gregory said.
Half an hourter, Reba had picked up some fresh ingredients and invited Ian over to her ce.
Reba thought, ‘Given my current financial situation, if I took Ian out for a fancy meal, he’d probably end up paying for it anyway. And if it were just some average restaurant, I might as well just cook for him myself.
The bodyguard tailing them reported the change of ns to Gregory.
After a moment of hesitation, Gregory steeled himself and headed to Jeffrey’s office.
Gregory walked in but didn’t say anything right off the bat. He just hovered in front of Jeffrey’s desk, looking like he was struggling to get something out.
“What’s wrong?” Jeffrey asked, not even ncing up from the stack of files in front of him.
“Ms. Jensen and Mr. Yeats are eating somewhere our guys can’t actually mess things up, Gregory said, keeping his voice steady though he was sweating bullets inside.
Jeffrey thought of it for a moment and then asked, “Are they eating at Reba’s ce?”
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“Yeah,” Gregory said, feeling that familiar mix of relief and awe–it happened every time. He’d lost count of how many times he’d felt lucky to have a boss this sharp.
With Jeffrey around, he barely had to say anything before the guy just read his mind.
Jeffrey’s fingers stilled over the keyboard, and an intimidating chill instantly swept through the room. Without another word, he stood up, grabbed his suit jacket, and walked out of the office.
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