Scarlett's POV:
As soon as I got home, I went straight to my study and began writing a plan for the amusement park project.
Just as I was about to finish it, I saw, from the corner of my eye, the investment letter of intent that Corey had sent.
Elena had asked our people to investigate Corey's background, but she did not find anything that linked him with Adam.
At this moment, I picked up the letter and took a careful perusal. The more I read it, the more pleasantly surprised I felt.
Many of his ideas coincided with mine. What was more, he also raised questions that I had not thought of.
The letter of intent he had written exceeded my expectations. Needless to say, it was amazing.
My perception of Corey changed upon reading it.
I must admit, he had talent whether or not Adam had sent him.
All of a sudden, my phone rang, disrupting my thoughts.
It was a call from the hospital.
I answered the call at once.
"Hello, sir?" "Hello, Miss Wilson. Mrs. Christine Moore will be discharged from the hospital this weekend. Does Dr. Neame need to check her again before that? If yes, please tell me when it will happen, so that I can ask my people to prepare for it in advance," the director of the hospital asked with a smile.
"I'll go there when I have time. Let's talk about it then."
Just as I was about to hang up the call, the director spoke again.
"Actually, I have another question. Can Dr. Neame treat trigeminal neuralgia?" he asked hesitantly.
"What's the matter?"
"Apparently, Mrs. Moore's grandson had a traumatic brain injury, causing him to have temporary amnesia. He hasn't recovered yet. Here's the thing. Something must have triggered him a year ago and his condition worsened. Now, he's suffering from a disorder called trigeminal neuralgia. Mrs. Moore is wondering if Dr. Neame could have a radical cure for her grandson."
"I see. I'll ask him about it."
I hung up the phone as soon as I finished speaking. For a moment, I was a little distraught because of his words.
I did not expect that the lump in Charles's brain was still there. Not only that, but he was also suffering from a neurological disorder.
No wonder he looked pained and was being supported when I saw him at the hospital last time.
With that, I hurriedly opened the browser and searched for the symptoms and causes of trigeminal neuralgia.
When I was finished reading all about that disorder, a myriad of emotions surged in my heart.
That evening, I tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep.
All the happy and painful memories came flooding into my mind.
Charles could be extremely unpredictable.
On the one hand, he could make any woman fall in love with his affection and gentleness. On the other, his heart was as hard as a stone when he was cold and indifferent.
I should be happy that Charles was suffering from a painful disorder, should I not?
But why did I feel quite the contrary? I felt restless and concerned about him.
I spurned myself upon realizing what I was thinking.
I had returned to avenge my unborn child. How could I pity Charles now?
After a long while, I finally drifted to sleep. It was not a good sleep, though. Rather, it was light and filled with nightmares.
Because I did not sleep well last night, I had circles under my eyes when I went to work.
"Scarlett!"
I heard someone call my name when I arrived at the company.
I turned my head almost instinctively upon hearing the name. However, I immediately stopped myself from doing so and just continued to walk forward as if I did not hear anything.
"Caroline!" the man shouted again.
I stopped in my tracks and turned around to face him.
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