Mark relaxed his guard. “Oh, that’s all? Not a problem. My hands are tied at the moment, so I’ll have Arianne go. It’s her best friend’s daughter, after all; she would be pleased to help. Besides, women have this magical way of making things look better in photos than they really are, so she might be able to take just the right picture to mollify Tiffany.”
He made a lot of sense, Jackson thought as he rose from his seat and straightened his collar. “’Kay then. I’ll get Arianne’s help. Heads-up: I won’t be coming back here,” he said. “Also… I really don’t think any magic’s gonna be able to touch up the painful truth, man. I dunno, with the state my girl’s in, it’s… not gonna work.”
Arianne left Tremont Tower in the late afternoon and headed to the hospital to visit the Wests’ ill-fated child on Jackson’s behalf. It was, personally, a breather; without it, she would have to remain cooped up in the office with her back hunched over her drafts, and that was not counting the possibility of being summoned to Mark’s office for lectures.
Now that Arianne Wynn was the undisputed, definitive “Mrs. Tremont”, it effectively silenced the office’s gossip mills from talking about her publicly. However, it did little to curb scrutinizing eyes from watching Arianne’s moves quietly. If she had gotten her job through the backdoor Mark opened for her, she dared not imagine the sort of things these people might say behind her back!
Arianne stood outside the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, peered through the clear window into where Tiffany and Jackson’s daughter was—and instantly held a sharp inhale of breath. The baby now looked slightly larger than when she was delivered, but her growth was so minuscule that she was still far, far too small compared to other healthy, normal infants delivered at the same time. The West family was one of means, and it showed in the infant’s treatment. She enjoyed the best the hospital could offer, along with a few hired hands to care for her every need and inspection.
Yet, her condition did not inspire optimism.
It took Arianne a moment to shake herself off from her daze before fishing out her phone to take photos. She did her best to capture any wisp of vivacity that could pass as hopeful signs, but the photos only succeeded in wringing any onlooker’s heart.
When she was done, she turned to the doctor-in-charge. “Can she really survive this? Please, tell me the truth. Should we still keep her in there?”
“Based on what we’ve observed, though we are not a hundred-percent confident, Little Girl’s odds of survival aren’t zero. As long as her family decides against giving up, she can continue to be closely monitored and cared for,” the doctor replied matter-of-factly. “The light at the end of the tunnel is almost always attained only by those who finish the long walk, after all. More importantly, Little Girl’s doing pretty well today—I was just about to call Mr. West and tell him about it. Now that you’re here, please help pass my message.”
Arianne quietly released the breath she had been holding. “All right. Thank you.”
She came out of the hospital with her mood slightly perked. The doctors themselves were positive that the baby still had a chance, which gave her fuel to persuade Jackson to hold on.
She had just reached the side of the road when an eye-catching red Ferrari—limited edition, Arianne realized—suddenly pulled over in front of her. Before she could wonder whom the driver could be, the window rolled down, and Melanie’s head peeked out. “Hey, what are you doing here? Never mind that; where would you like to go? I’ll give you a lift.”
Arianne did not reject her offer and climbed in right away. “I’ve never seen you taking this out for a spin before, Melanie. Didn’t see any license plate… Is this new?”
Melanie made a helpless expression. “$300,000 sank for this car Alejandro insisted on buying for me. Honestly, he gave me a terrible shock more than surprise,” she replied. “I thought he brought me along today to pick a car, but it turned out he had chosen this one already. The whole point of me being there was to drive it right away, it seemed…”
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