Chapter 397 Do You Plan On Managing Genesis and the Alston Family?
Amelie finally left work at 11.00PM after wrapping everything up.
“Miss Dillon,” Eugene greeted her as he walked toward her.
She was surprised to see him. “Why haven’t you left yet?”
“Mm.” His reply was brief.
“Let’s go down,” she said after pressing the elevator button.
With that, both of them entered the escalator and headed toward the underground car park. After opening the car door to let her in, he sat in the passenger seat.
“Are you heading home?” he asked as he turned around.
The car was dark, and the light from the streetlamps that came in through the window reflected on her calm yet fair face. Since the light was dim, Eugene couldn’t tell whether she was asleep or not. Seeing that she was silent, he quietly turned to look to the front.
“I don’t want to go home yet.”
As soon as Eugene turned over, Amelie’s voice rang. She had been staring out of the window earlier on.
Just then, she shifted her gaze forward and massaged her temples before replying, “I’d like to go there.”
“But it’s late at night.” He knew where she was referring to and couldn’t help but remind her. However, he didn’t get a response.
With that, he looked over to the driver and said, “To the hospital.”
As soon as Amelie arrived at the hospital, she received a call from Julia. “Are you home?” she asked.
“Nope,” Amelie answered while slowing down her footsteps.
Hearing that, Julia acknowledged her answer and asked, “Are you at the hospital?”
“Yes.” Following that, there was a brief pause.
“How… How is he?”
“Same old.” Amelie looked into the distance calmly with the phone in her hand.
Julia hummed in response. She wanted to say something else but ended up saying, “Please take good care of yourself.”
“I will.” Amelie knew that Julia was concerned about her and added with a smile on her face, “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”
Even so, Julia’s heart ached for her as she said, “You are not responsible for the incident, so don’t be too hard on yourself.”
“Mm.” Amelie pursed her lips, and a trace of sorrow could be seen on her face. She looked down and stared at her toes as she tried to suppress her emotions. Since it was already late at night, Julia ended the call soon after asking Amelie to rest early.
As soon as the call ended, Amelie turned around and instructed Eugene, “You should go home now since it’s late. Your wife and children must be waiting for you.”
Eugene didn’t budge, for he couldn’t bear to leave her there.
“The driver will be here,” she said while pointing at the car in the distance. The driver was a female who knew martial arts, so she was a driver cum bodyguard.
“Alright.” Eugene nodded and left. He knew that Amelie wanted to be alone.
She stood downstairs for a while before heading to the ward on the highest floor as it started to get cold. The ward gave off a homey atmosphere; if it wasn’t for the medicine bottles on the table, one would mistake it for someone else’s abode. The blankets were fluffy, and the warm lighting made the atmosphere feel cozy. A nurse in a pastel blue uniform was looking down and arranging something by the pillow. She greeted Amelie upon spotting her.
“Thank you,” Amelie responded.
“No worries.” The nurse nodded and left the room.
After the nurse left, Amelie’s gaze fell on the bed. Under the sheets, a man with well-defined features was lying on the bed. Since his eyes were shut, he seemed gentle and not solemn like he usually was. He lay still with pursed lips as if he was just asleep. However, no one would be asleep for three months straight.
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