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Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 940

Chapter 940

The young nurse seemed to have encountered such a situation numerous times. She only greeted them calmly. "Hello, all. You need to go to the information desk to inquire about the patient's condition. I will take you there."

Vania was still crying as she stayed in the same spot. "My daughter! How is my daughter?!"

It was as though she couldn't understand the nurse's words as she kept holding onto the nurse and repeating the same words.

Hanson, who was behind Vania, couldn't help putting a palm over his forehead as he quietly complained, Her acting is a little over-the-top. Where's all this even coming from?

He let her cry her heart out for a while and eventually walked over steadily.

At the same time, he was also looking at the nurse with a pained expression as he stated, "I apologize. We're panicking because our daughter suddenly fell sick."

The nurse hadn't looked at the couple closely enough to recognize them when Vania suddenly lunged at the nurse earlier.

Now that she was looking at Hanson's face, she was hit by the sudden realization that she knew the familiar face. His aura especially feels like that of President Luke's.

However, before the nurse could react, Hanson had already pulled Vania toward the information desk.

Vania promptly stopped sobbing the moment she was dragged away.

Hiding in his arms, she stuck out her tongue at him playfully and asked in a low voice, "How was it? Was my act convincing?"

The man only slightly parted his lips. "It was a little too much," he admitted.

At this moment, the director of the hospital came over hurriedly with the attending physician.

As if an important person had died of illness, they lowered their heads when they saw Hanson.

Vania started bawling her eyes out again as she hid in his arms. "Boohoo!"

Pretty decent actress, I must say. The sudden cry startled Hanson, but his face remained impassive despite his grumbling. "What is the matter?" he demanded.

The director didn't dare to speak and he quietly led the couple to the ward.

Lily was poisoned at school. Fortunately, her class teacher immediately sent her to the hospital after realizing what had happened.

Once she was admitted to the hospital, Lily had been transferred to a ward, and April was the one who personally diagnosed and took care of the child.

As soon as Vania entered the ward and saw her daughter lying on the bed, she threw herself beside Lily and proceeded to howl and cry.

Her babies watched on in confusion. What is going on? Mommy, you are the president of a big company. Shouldn't you be able to take stress better than this?

Lily, especially, wanted to sit up because of Vania's cries.

Hoping that their father would coax their mother, her six boys peered at Hanson.

Her cries were honestly frightening.

The man lightly shook his head when he noticed the boys' gazes. He couldn't do anything either.

This was already his second time watching her putting on her best performance.

The boys turned their heads away from their helpless father and looked at each other then. Should we cry along to make it more convincing?

With that, they began to weep with their mother.

Should I join them? Hanson wondered. Forget it.

His eyes shifted to April as he asked, "How is it?"

"Lily was poisoned with the laboratory's poison. It's similar to the poison that got Jude last time. She'll remain unconscious now that she's ingested the poison."

That would make Lily equivalent to a living dead person. Her organs would be fine, but she would be unconscious the whole time.

Hanson immediately frowned upon hearing his friend's words. "Is there an antidote for the poison?"

The doctors in the ward quickly lowered their heads at the same time again right after he asked that.

Their reaction alone was the answer to his question.

"Leave us," Hanson added.

The director could hear the change in Hanson's tone, but he didn't dare utter another word as he brought the doctors out with him.

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