How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 209

Winifred took Yvan to the emergency room.

The doctor ordered a series of tests. With no one else around and Yvan in no condition to move freely, Winifred had to stay by his side and take him to each examination.

Based on the results, the doctor's preliminary diagnosis was acute stomach bleeding. He had to be admitted for further observation and treatment.

So Winifred had to run around, handling his hospital admission and hiring a private caregiver for him.

By the time she had finished everything, it was already past two in the morning.

Yvan was now lying in a hospital bed with an IV in his arm, his face pale and his spirit drained. He was a shadow of his usual confident self.

Winifred stood by his bed. "Yvan, I'm leaving now. I've hired a caregiver for you, so just call them if you need anything."

She turned to leave, but felt a tug on her clothes. She looked back to see Yvan holding the hem of her shirt.

"Can you come see me tomorrow?" His eyes were full of longing, pleading for her to agree. "I have to get a gastroscopy tomorrow. I don't want the caregiver to be the only one there when I get out of the procedure."

"Don't you have any other friends?" Winifred frowned. "Or a subordinate or something?"

"No, I don't have any friends in Riverside City," Yvan said weakly. "As for subordinates, I'm only really familiar with Fitch. I'm not comfortable with anyone else. And he's out of town on business."

Winifred suddenly asked, "Yvan, why did you suddenly send Fitch on a business trip? It's not because I said I liked him, is it?"

"No, it was just a company arrangement," Yvan said, avoiding her gaze, his guilt obvious. "I told you I want you to find happiness. And Fitch really does have a girlfriend."

"You'd better be telling the truth," Winifred huffed. "I have to work tomorrow, so I don't have time to see you. The caregiver will be here, and that's enough. Stop being so dramatic. That's it, I'm leaving."

Yvan couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes, but he couldn't force her to stay. "Take my car back. It's not safe to walk at night."

"I know." Winifred turned and left.

When she got home, whether because she was past the point of sleepiness or for some other reason, Winifred tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Her mind kept drifting back to Yvan, to his weak appearance and pale face.

She tried to reassure herself that he was in a hospital with doctors, nurses, and a caregiver. What was there to worry about?

Winifred waved her hand. "It's fine. I'll be wearing a mask and a cap anyway. No one will see."

"That's true," Molly chuckled.

After finally making it through to her lunch break, Molly came over. "Winifred, want to grab lunch at the cafeteria?"

"I'm going to skip it. I got someone to cover my afternoon shift," Winifred said with a yawn. "I barely slept last night. I'm dead tired."

"Alright then. Bye, Winifred!"

After parting with Molly, Winifred had just walked out of the hospital when her phone rang. It was Yvan.

"Winifred, can you come over for a minute? The caregiver you hired had an accident and got injured."

"Yvan, you're lying, aren't you?" Winifred's mouth twitched.

"I'm not lying, really," Yvan said weakly. "If I were, you'd know as soon as you got here, right?"