CHAPTER 876 LEAVING THE HOSPITAL SEPARATELY

Chapter 876 Leaving the Hospital Separately

"I wonder whether it will ache when I felt your hard bones on the bed," Susan asked seriously.

"…"

"I don't know when you can eat well. You are having fluids these days. That isn't nutritious enough."

Susan complained.

Manuel didn't explain. He knew his health condition, and it was lucky that he could have some fluids

under this condition.

"It's a pity that you have lost your perfect muscles." Susan looked gloomy. Manuel pressed his lips and

wondered whether Susan was dissatisfied with his figure.

"But it doesn't matter." Susan was becoming positive suddenly and smiled at him, "It's okay for you to

be thin. I can get on weight. When I get fat, it won't ache when I felt your bones."

"…" Manuel thought Susan was thinking too much. He couldn't recover within at least three months. He

started to be afraid that Susan couldn't wait that long. But Susan had no idea of what Manuel was

thinking. She gave him a rubdown carefully and helped him put on his hospital gown. After helping him

lie on the bed, Susan kept looking at him.

Because of the car accident, Manuel got some bruises on his face. Luckily, these bruises were not

obvious and didn't make his face disfigured. But his face was too thin. Besides, he didn't have hair now,

revealing his well-shaped head.

"Why are you looking at me in this way?" Manuel felt uncomfortable under her gaze.

Susan suddenly asked him, "Manuel, do you want to know how you look now?"

"No." Manuel changed his face. He could imagine how ugly he could be after the car accident. Lying in

the bed all day long, he didn't look well. Losing weight, having an operation, and losing his hair made

Manual reluctant to see his look.

"Aren't you curious?" Susan was disappointed. She expected that Manuel would be happy to see his

look.

"No," Manuel said coldly.

"Don't you want to have a look at your bald head?"

"I don't want to see that." Manuel said angrily. Susan pouted and didn't understand why Manuel got

angry easily.

Seeing this, Manuel thought that maybe he shouldn't treat Susan in this way. He pressed his lips, and This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

said softly, "Still like me?"

"What?" Susan was confused.

"I mean do you still like me? I am ugly now." Manuel said in a low voice.

"I don't care what you look like," Susan answered at once. "I am willing to have a sexual relationship

with you. But I think you are too weak to do that now."

Manuel was speechless. He believed that he didn't need to worry about Susan since she always

thought differently.

Hannah and Oscar, with their baby, left Manuel's ward. As soon as they were out in the hall, they saw a

pregnant woman who was recognized by them immediately. Holding the baby, Hannah came up

naturally. It was the woman who looked surprised when she saw them.

"I planned to meet you. What a coincidence to meet you here. Did you visit Manuel just now?" The

woman said, with an innocent and happy look on her face.

Hannah didn't respond while Oscar just uttered a word, "Yes."

"How is Manuel? Is he feeling better?" Lillian asked.

"He is better now," Oscar answered. "He is out of danger and under conventional treatment."

"Thank God. I wouldn't be happy for the rest of my life if Manuel couldn't survive." Lillian said seriously.

Hannah was reluctant to talk with her, a phoney, and she was about to leave.

"Oh! Is that your baby?" Lillian looked at the baby in Hannah's arms, surprised. But Hannah ignored

her. Then Lillian continued excitedly, "It is great to see the baby out of the isolette. Is the baby out of

danger now?"

"Yeah," Hannah replied coldly.

Lillian's eyes were getting red, which was seemingly caused by her excitement. "Thank God. It's great

to hear that. I am glad that the baby is well now."

Hannah was indifferent.

Then Lillian wiped her tears and said tentatively, "May I hold the baby?"

Hearing that, Hannah gave Lillian a sharp look.

Lillian explained immediately, "I just want to hold him for a while. He is the brother of my baby. I… I

just… But it's okay if you don't want me to hold him."

"What a bitch!" Hannah cursed inside. But she smiled the next moment and said, "I am willing to let you

hold my baby. But you are pregnant and your belly is getting bigger. I'm afraid that you might

experience symptoms of a miscarriage when you hold my baby. You can hold my baby as much as you

want after you give birth to your baby."

Hannah emphasized the sentence "after you give birth to your baby."

Lillian felt nervous when she heard this. "Why did Hannah say this? Was she implying that I won't be

important after I give birth to my baby?"

"It's you and Cian's baby. We all love this baby. I hope you can take good care of yourself." Hannah

smiled gently, which made Lillian more anxious.

"I will." Lillian looked so innocent.

Hannah didn't say anything and was going to leave.

"Oscar," Lillian called him suddenly.

Oscar was leaving with Hannah, but he stopped.

"I am going back to the Capital. The doctor said that I can leave the hospital now. And I decide to go."

Hannah heard what Lillian said and she knew Oscar stopped, but she decided to go away alone.

Looking at Hannah's back, Oscar could feel the coldness. Hannah walked farther and farther.

"Oscar," Lillian called Oscar again since he didn't respond.

"Theodore will take you home."

"It's okay. But…" Lillian paused.

"What's the problem?" Oscar asked.

"I understand that you have to spend more time staying with Hannah and your baby. My dad can take

charge of all the things. You don't need to work recently. But could you drive me to the airport? I will fly

home alone. I just want you to see me off at the airport." Lillian asked tentatively. She was afraid that

Oscar would refuse her. Oscar didn't agree to do so. But he realized suddenly that Lillian wouldn't ask

him to do so for no reason.

"What happened?" Oscar asked.

"On my wedding day, you left as soon as the wedding ceremony ended. And the media keeps

slandering my marriage." Lillian plucked up the courage to say this.