CHAPTER 77 TAKING CARE OF HIM IN THE HOSPITAL

"Mr. Lancaster is already awake. He woke up in the middle of the night yesterday," Joe replied.

Yvonne breathed in relief inwardly but she was restless again shortly.

Clutching the seatbelt, Yvonne asked weakly, "What's his reaction then? Does he blame me?"

A chuckle escaped Joe. "I wouldn't know that. Mr. Lancaster's been composed after he woke up. I don’t know what he feels."

"I see..." Yvonne pursed her lips.

Joe sneaked a peek at her out of the corner of his eyes. "Madam, are you afraid of Mr. Lancaster being angry at you?"

"Mm." Yvonne nodded and admitted it forthrightly. "I caused his injury after all, so I..."

"Don't worry, Mr. Lancaster won't take his anger out o n somebody else." Joe smiled with certainty.

Yvonne blinked, at a loss. "Why?"

"Mr. Lancaster isn't someone like that. Since he's saved you, I think he knows what the consequences would be. Just like the incident with Miss Conrad back then, Mr. Lancaster didn't blame her either!" "The incident?" Yvonne frowned in suspicion. "Which

incident?"

Joe was stunned, realizing that he had said something he should not, and quickly glossed it over." No incident. Madam, you must've heard wrong."

Yvonne squinted her eyes. "I didn't hear it wrong. You said something happened to Jacqueline back then and Henry didn't blame her." exclusive content.

"Is that so? Looks like I've remembered it wrong then." Joe nudged his glasses and focused on the road ahead of him, refusing to speak any more after that.

Unable to do anything to him, Yvonne gave him a big pout, feeling dismayed. She had once again heard people mentioning about Henry and Jacqueline's past.

Shane said so, Sue said so, and now Joe said so as well. Who knew if others would mention it too in the future.

All of them shared one similarity when they mentioned the subject. They were mysterious, as if hiding something, and they were always abrupt about i t, refusing to disclose any more information. It piqued Yvonne's curiosity like an itch on the back, i

Despite the silence, they arrived at the hospital.

Yvonne cleared her head and got off the car, moving toward Henry's ward following Joe. She suddenly stopped outside of the ward, afraid to go in and meet Henry's reproaching gaze and icy expression. 1 "Madam, why are you stopping?" Opening the door, Joe could not help turning around and asking when h e heard the lack of noise behind him only to see Yvonne standing still in her spot.

Yvonne bit her lips nervously. "I'm scared..."

"What are you scared of? Mr. Lancaster is your husband. I told you in the car clearly too, Mr.

Lancaster won't blame you. Come in with me." 1

Joe then entered through the door.

Seeing that he was not waiting for her, Yvonne panicked and wanted to call out for him but her words were stuck in her throat after she opened her mouth. I n the end, she heaved a long sigh and

braced herself t o go in.

"Henry," Yvonne called out softly with her head hanging low, not daring to look at the man in the hospital bed.

The man shifted his gaze to her, however. "Anything the matter?" 1

"No, no, I’m just here to see you. Are you... okay?" Yvonne peeked at him.

Henry was seated on the bed with a newspaper in his hands. His expression was impassive as always — it was hard to gauge his mood.

"I'm fine." Henry put the newspaper aside.

Yvonne felt guiltier, repentance written all over her face. "I'm sorry..."

"For?” Henry frowned.

Yvonne's head hung possibly lower. "About what happened yesterday... If it weren't to save me, you wouldn’t have gotten injured. I'm deeply sorry for it."

"I don't blame you," Henry said faintly with his eyes cast down.

Yvonne was slightly surprised. "You really don't?"

Joe was right!

"There's nothing to point fingers at. I saved you on my own accord. It has nothing to do with you. What about you? Did you hurt yourself?" asked Henry.

His tone was distant but it sounded heavenly to Yvonne. Her eyes rimmed red instantly from how moved she was as she waved her hands and shook her head. "No, I'm not hurt anywhere."

She was protected in his embrace the whole time, so how could she get wounded? It was also because of this that Yvonne felt so guilty for Henry's injury.

"Good," Henry nodded. For some reason, he was hit with a sense of relief when he heard that she was fine. 1

"Henry, do we want to tell Grandpa about you being injured?" Yvonne asked carefully sitting beside

Henry’s bed. She actually did not want the old man to know. He was definitely going to be enraged when he was informed.

Seeing the worry in Yvonne's eyes, Henry's gaze dimmed a little. "No need!" "We're not telling Grandpa?" Yvonne was surprised.

Henry hummed. "It's not serious, so there’s no need to tell him. He's elderly now, and he can't take the shock."

"But it isn't too good to hide it from Grandpa.” Yvonne fiddled with her fingers.

She was quite happy that they did not have to tell the old man, but she felt somewhat guilty.

Henry picked up the water from the side of the bed and took a sip. "Nothing bad about it. That's all. Go back to the hotel."

He was starting to chase her out.

Yvonne refused to leave. "I’ll stay here and take care of you. Your back isn’t healed yet. I’ll be worried if I go back to the hotel."

"Worried?" Henry arched a brow.

Yvonne nodded. "Mhm, you got injured because of me. I’ll be conscienceless if I don’t do anything for you."

"Hah!" Henry scoffed. It was for her conscience that she wanted to stay and take care of him then. He thought that she was worried about him! 2

Henry looked frosty. His expression was rather upset and his tone was not the best either. "Whatever, do what you want."

Yvonne could hear that he was mad but she was befuddled as to what he was angry about. In spite of it, she was happy that he agreed to let her stay.

"Okay. I'll go back to the hotel to pick up some stuff first. Mr. Woods, can you send me back?" Yvonne gazed at Joe who was trying to become invisible by the window, i

Joe did not agree to her request immediately. Instead, he looked at Henry to seek his opinion.

Henry gave him a slight nod. "Go along."

"Yes." Joe obliged and smiled at Yvonne. "Let's go, madam. I’ll send you."

"Thank you," Yvonne said gratefully.

When she returned to the hotel, it was already noon.

The other employees and the executives were having their lunch in the hall. Yvonne was rushing to go back to the hospital, so she was not in the mood to eat despite how hungry she was. She headed back to her room directly.

"Huh? Lyn, you didn't go for lunch?" Yvonne saw Lynette having instant noodles on the couch while watching some foreign comedy when she pushed the door open.

Lynette put down her fork and wiped her mouth with a napkin. "I went to check the food out. They’re serving seafood and I’m allergic to it. So I got myself instant noodles downstairs. Hmm, why are you back? Weren’t you at Mr. Lancaster's?" "I went. Now I’m back to pack some stuff," Yvonne said while dragging her suitcase out.

Lynette froze for a moment. "Pack? Yvonne, you didn't get fired, did you?”

"No," Yvonne replied, speechless.

Lynette did not believe her. "Then why are you packing!"

"To take care of Mr. Lancaster in the hospital. He got injured because of me. I have to be there to take care o f him, right?” Yvonne explained.

Breathing in relief, Lynette exclaimed, "Thank God. I thought that he got angry and fired you. What a scare

Then, she patted her chest and probed, "Was Mr. Lancaster mad at you?"