Greg drove at full speed. He arrived the destination within more than ten minutes while usually it took half an hour to cover the whole distance. The only thought in Greg's mind was that Rona must be fine, or he wouldn't let himself go.
It was all his fault. If he had been aware of her health and taken care of her earlier, she might not have fainted.
She didn't have many friends in China, and even the place she lived was arranged by him. Since she was not in the hospital, she must be in the apartment.
As soon as the car arrived at the apartment building, Greg got out of the car like a whirlwind and ran into the elevator. Soon he arrived at the floor where Rona lived. He came to the door and slapped it hard, "Rona, are you inside? I'm Greg. Open the door quickly."
However, no matter how hard he knocked, there was no sound responding to him, which made Greg more anxious. Did she faint inside again?
Worried about Rona's health, Greg slammed the door, but he forgot that it was a security door with the highest safety standard. It was the strongest door he had specially installed for the safety of Leona and her son.
Bang! Greg's arm hurt just with only one hit. He suddenly became angry about himself to be so stupid. The door came with a password lock, and as long as he entered the password, he could unlock it. However, it was natural for people to be in a mess when it came to the safety of the one they cared. And this was the case of Greg now.
Rona didn't change the password. As expected, the door opened after Greg pressed the old password. He rushed in and asked, "Rona, how are you?"
There was no figure of Rona in the living room. The window on the balcony was open, and the certain was blew by it to a height that Greg felt flustered for no reason.
Greg didn't know what was wrong with him. He rushed to the window and looked down with his hands on the windowsill. When he saw that there was nothing downstairs, he breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, he almost thought that Rona had jumped down.
Since Rona was not here, she should be in the bedroom. Like a headless fly, Greg rushed into the bedroom again. A bag bulged up on the big bed, and it was Rona who had fallen asleep.
All of a sudden, Greg felt relieved, but in the blink of an eye, he became furious. He went to the bedroom in a hurry for her, but she was still sleeping here. Wasn't she unfair to him?
Greg glanced around the room quickly and immediately understood why Rona didn't wake up even when he was knocking at the door. There was an empty bottle of brandy on the nearby cabinet. Rona was drunk.
This answer enraged Greg even more. Didn't she know how her body was? What on earth did she want to do since she drank so much as a patient?
There was a small medicine bottle next to the empty bottle. A sudden fear struck Greg again. Was it sleeping pill? He strode over and picked it up. It was just some vitamin. He was too nervous.
"Greg, don't ignore me. I'm so sad..." Suddenly, Rona, who had been sleeping all the time, showed a painful expression and kept talking in her sleep. She curled up in pain and held herself tightly with her arms, which was an instinctive posture of self-protection.
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