NovelBarChapter 2899 The doctor scrutinized the report, remarking after a prolonged examination, “The patient is suffering from acute gastritis, coupled with prolonged malnourishment.” Gastritis? Malnourishment? Was Melissa intentionally subjecting herself to this state, hoping to elicit Marcus’ compassion? Marcus pressed his lips together, commanding, “Admit her to the hospital.” Promptly, the doctor instructed the nurse to carry out the order.
Daunted by Marcus’ authority, they refrained from inquiring or upsetting him, given that 52 percent of the hospital's shares were under the Fowler Group's ownership.
Eventually, Melissa lay in the serene confines of the ward.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA transfusion bottle dangled from her slender arm, the skin around the needle puncture taking on a faint greenish-blue tint.
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Her state remained unconscious.
Despite the presence of a sofa in the ward, Marcus refrained from sitting. He stood by the window, peering downstairs. He dialed Sylvia, entrusting her with the handling of affairs at the hospital.
Marcus had firmly decided to end his relationship with Melissa, and this decision remained steadfast.
He wouldn't reconsider due to her illness.
Sylvia arrived promptly. Gazing into the room, she seemed momentarily lost. After a brief pause, she called out softly, “Mr. Fowler." At the sound of her voice, Marcus pivoted.
Passing a medical record to Sylvia, Marcus issued a direct command.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“I've covered her hospitalization costs. Arrange for someone to attend to her until her discharge.” Contemplating for a moment, Sylvia inquired, “Mr. Fowler, won't you be personally looking after her?” Marcus’ gaze shifted to the bed where Melissa lay, a picture of fragility.
He offered a faint smile. “l ended things with her.” With that, he proceeded to exit the ward.
Simultaneously, a murmur emanated from the bed. “Ryan...” Upon hearing this, Marcus’ countenance grew somber. Sylvia, too, held her breath.
Following a prolonged silence, Marcus pushed the door ajar and left with a sardonic expression.
Sylvia trailed after him to pose her inquiries. In the tranquility of the ward, Melissa's soft voice uttered, “Ryan, | don't love you. I've grown fond of him." Melissa continued to murmur repeatedly, yet Marcus wasn't there to hear her out.
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