Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart novel Chapter 853

The assistant gave it a second thought and believed that since his boss had asked, the pain must have been too much this time.

He hastened to say, "Mr. Cantillo, I'll drive you immediately to the hospital."

Just like that, Ezra was sent to the hospital. He was quite clear about his own condition. Arthur had made him have a thorough medical examination. His stomach problem was a stubborn one. They all had this problem.

Mostly and unsurprisingly, it was caused by overworking and irregular eating habits. Arthur suggested Ezra mitigate it by sticking to some regimen.

"Do I look like someone who would follow a regimen?" Ezra remembered to have thrown such an answer at Arthur, which quite pissed Arthur off.

It was unavoidable tonight that his stomach was going to hurt, for he hardly ate anything in Grafstin. To make things worse, Ezra drank a lot of alcohol in Maisie's place and did not care to eat anything even when he came here. It would be unnatural that his stomach didn't hurt.

The doctor, after checking him, said Ezra was fine, but he needed to pay more attention to his diet and drink less alcohol, or no alcohol.

"Is there any ward available for me? I don't feel well. I want to have a further check." Ezra added abruptly.

The doctor and his assistant were both amazed.

Though there was absolutely no need to stay in the hospital, the doctor called to confirm if there was any empty ward since Ezra, a big shot and a patient had asked.

Actually, Ezra was not keen on that, after all, he did not want to waste medical recourses. But fortunately, the doctor told him that there was still some VIP ward left. So he moved in.

"Mr. Cantillo, is your stomach still hurting?" The assistant was concerned, "We can go back to Riverside City and have a thorough check-up in Mr. Hudgens' hospital."

"It's okay." Ezra said briefly, "I just feel more assured to stay the night in a hospital."

"I'm alright. You may go home."

Seeing that his stomach problem was not so serious, the assistant left after putting down the medicine and buying some light meals.

Ezra, however, took out his phone and called Maisie, "I'm on your WhatsApp blacklist. What should I do if I want to see my son?"

The person on the other end remained silent for a while and said calmly, "I will add your number again."

"Deal," Ezra said with a touch of weakness, "I will call you later."

"Okay." As usual, Maisie answered briefly without proposing any other subjects.

Discouraged, Ezra hung up the phone. Was his voice not sick enough?

After having dinner and medicine, he took a shower and changed into a hospital gown. When he believed he did look like a patient, he video-called Maisie, thinking that once Maisie saw him wearing a hospital gown, she would stop being cold and indifferent, wouldn't she?

But to his surprise, it was his son's chubby face that first appeared on the screen. He was close to the camera, giggling with his newborn teeth, his saliva lying everywhere.

Somehow, Ezra was a bit disappointed. He did like his son, but now he wanted to see the mother.

But since the baby was quite hospitable, Ezra soothed himself and greeted the boy, "Hey, kid, do you miss me?"

Maisie, who was outside of the camera, could not help rolling her eyes. The kid was so small. He could barely talk. How could he answer Ezra whether he missed his father or not?

Maisie signaled Daisy to accompany the kid video chatting with Ezra. She went to study for work.

She did not want to have any further communication with Ezra and was quite embarrassed to face him like that. Plus, Ezra said he want to see his son. Why should Maisie bother him?