My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63: Chapter 63: Able to Recite Damien Vaughn’s Phone Number

The workday had finally ended and everyone had gone home. In the vast presidential office suite, only Ryan remained, keeping watch outside.

President Vaughn was taking his time coming out. Ryan’s girlfriend had messaged him several times asking if he was coming home for dinner. With no other choice, Ryan braced himself and knocked on the office door.

Damien Vaughn had already showered and changed into fresh clothes. Seated firmly behind his desk, he had regained his usual neat and distinguished air, but his expression was still grim.

"President Vaughn, are you heading back to..."

Damien Vaughn didn’t know where to go either.

He owned a vast number of properties, but not a single one gave him a sense of belonging. They were just places he went back to sleep.

Today, he was so distracted by what had happened to Candy that he didn’t even have the heart to go back and sleep.

He desperately wanted to know how Candy was doing, but he despised himself for feeling this way.

’She’s just a child with no relation to me. She has a mother, and a capable man who is about to become her stepfather. She doesn’t need my concern at all.’

But even so, he couldn’t control the part of his heart that worried for Candy.

"I still have a few things to take care of. You can go ahead and leave."

Ryan left the company first. Damien Vaughn stood alone before the wide floor-to-ceiling window, gazing in the direction of the hospital. He was feeling vexed when his phone suddenly rang.

He turned his head and glanced at the screen. The name "Cecelia Archer" was flashing.

’Cecelia Archer? Why is she calling me?’

Logic told Damien Vaughn not to answer. But she was Candy’s mother, and answering her call meant he could get news about Candy...

In the end, Damien Vaughn spinelessly swiped to answer.

The call connected. Before he could say a single word, Candy’s soft, cute, and familiar voice came from the other end.

"Uncle~"

It was actually Candy calling him.

The gloom that had weighed on him all afternoon instantly eased, and Damien Vaughn’s voice unconsciously softened.

"It’s me, Candy. Are you all right now? How are you feeling?"

"Mommy said the doctor gave me a blood transfusion. I slept for a long, long time and just woke up. I still feel a little uncomfortable... I miss you. Mommy told me not to bother you, but I couldn’t help it. Are you busy, Uncle? I miss you so, so much. I want you to come and hug me~"

Her voice sounded weak and listless, and it trembled slightly. He couldn’t tell if she was trying to suppress a sob. Damien Vaughn’s heart twisted into a knot.

’Didn’t they say it was just a superficial injury? She’s already had a long sleep, how can she still be uncomfortable?’

’Leukemia? Don’t tell me this child actually has leukemia...’

"I just finished up. Uncle was just about to leave work. Since you miss me, I’ll come and see you. Candy, you haven’t eaten yet, have you? Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Uncle will bring you something tasty."

Candy had just woken up. When she opened her eyes and looked around the hospital room, she couldn’t find Damien Vaughn and immediately burst into tears.

Cecelia Archer had tried to soothe her for a long time, explaining that Uncle had work to do and couldn’t stay with her forever, that Candy couldn’t keep pestering him like this. But Candy couldn’t help it.

It was the first time she had been so willful, so insistent on something. She said if she couldn’t see her uncle, she at least wanted to hear his voice. Cecelia could only compromise.

With so many monitors clipped to her, tracking her vitals, Candy seemed like a porcelain doll, ready to shatter at the slightest touch. Cecelia was terrified of hurting her daughter.

But she had deleted Damien Vaughn’s number long ago. Just as Cecelia was thinking of asking Shane Grant for it, it turned out Candy could recite the number from memory...

’This child, who has no actual ties to him, adores Damien Vaughn so much. What if, after some time, he gets married...?’

Sometimes, Cecelia felt that a child being too clever wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

Candy could read her mother’s expression. She knew it wasn’t right to ask someone to come see her and then ask for things on top of that, so she said obediently,

"I don’t want to eat anything. I just want Uncle to come see me. Have you eaten, Uncle? If you haven’t, you can come after you’ve finished. Don’t starve yourself."

"Mommy says I’ve been transferred to a different hospital. I’m at Central Hospital now. I’ll have her send you the address."

"Uncle’s here now. Are you happy?"

"Mhm~ Uncle is the best to me. Candy likes Uncle the most~"

Candy nodded happily from her pillow.

Although she had been smiling ever since he walked in, her complexion was a world of difference from how it had been during the day.

Thinking of the word "leukemia," Damien’s heart couldn’t help but tighten again.

’If such a smart and adorable little girl were to be taken away by this illness...’

He lovingly tapped the tip of Candy’s nose.

"Silly girl. Didn’t you just say you were still a little uncomfortable? Where does it feel uncomfortable? Uncle is good friends with the director of this hospital. Tell me, and I’ll have him come over and check on you again."

Candy looked at him with adoration. "You’re amazing, Uncle, just as amazing as Annie’s dad. Her dad is good friends with the director here too."

"But Mommy said the director has already examined me, and he’s going to arrange for a super, super amazing specialist to see me. I’ll be all better soon. You don’t have to worry about me, Uncle."

So that was it.

Shane Grant had already made such thorough arrangements for her illness.

In their circle, Shane Grant was known for being a smiling tiger and a notorious penny-pincher.

No matter who asked him for a favor, he would always put on a gentle facade of doing his best to help, but in all these years, no one had ever managed to get a single cent’s advantage from him.

’Cecelia Archer must be quite something.’

He couldn’t help but turn and cast a meaningful glance at Cecelia Archer, mocking himself for making yet another unnecessary trip.

"Is that so? Then you should be thanking Uncle Grant, not me."

"I can rest easy knowing you’ll have Uncle Grant with you from now on. Don’t keep saying you like me the most; Uncle Grant will be sad if he hears that. From now on, you should think more about Uncle Grant."