The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 889

Justin walked over to Jonah and called out to him, "Jonah."

Just then, Joanne came out, too. "Jonah, what are you doing here?"

Jonah looked at Joanne, his voice gentle. "You were gone for a while. I got worried, so I came to check on you."

Justin grinned, egging them on. "Joanne, Jonah's clearly concerned about you."

Joanne felt her heart flutter. "Justin, stop teasing us. Jonah, let's go back inside."

"Alright."

Jonah walked off with Joanne and Justin, passing Hailey without even a glance.

Hailey stood frozen in place. She and Jonah had become the most familiar strangers.

She leaned against the wall, her pale eyes gradually turning red-rimmed. No matter how hard she tried to hold it in, hot, glistening tears still slid silently from the corners of her eyes—losing Jonah hurt badly.

…

Hailey went home and fell straight into bed. Ever since she got pregnant, she had been especially sleepy.

As planned, she went to Lester's school and completed the registration. Soon, she would be starting her education there.

But then she got a call from Aileen. Her voice over the phone was weak. "Hey, Hailey. I'm sick."

Hailey jumped to her feet in panic. "Aileen, what happened? Where are you feeling unwell? Have you seen a doctor?"

"Hailey, I've got a fever. It's about 105 degrees. I'm resting in the dorm."

Aileen was working in a sealed research facility, so there were professional doctors on-site.

"He did. He gave me some meds, too. But with a high fever, it takes time. It comes and goes."

"Alright, get back to bed and rest. I'll take care of you for the next few days."

Hailey helped Aileen lie back down.

The dorm was impressive—it was fully furnished and practically as luxurious as a presidential suite in a six-star hotel. Research personnel really did get the best treatment.

Aileen lay in bed. Hailey asked, "What do you want to eat? I'll make you some oatmeal."

Aileen gave a pale smile. "Hailey, do you even know how to make oatmeal?"

The question caught Hailey off guard.

She didn't—she was a pampered heiress who had never lifted a finger in the kitchen. Cooking was definitely not one of her skills.