Chapter 113: I Heard that Your Mother Is Sick
Chapter 113: I Heard that Your Mother Is Sick
Maurice fell into the silence.
Rachel didn’t keep asking him either.
In the police station, Rachel was walking along the long corridor after making the statement. Suddenly,
she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in front. She was stunned, squinting to confirm her guess.
Then she rushed over.
However, that figure seemed to flash away. When she approached, it was gone.
She looked around blankly at the spot but failed to find the person. When she saw a young policeman
passing by, she stopped him, “Excuse me, Sir. Have you seen a tall and slim young man standing here
just now?”
“Was he a policeman?”
“Well, I don’t think so. He was not in uniform.”
“Oh, I’m sorry but I didn’t pay attention.”
Rachel looked disappointed. Shaking her head, she answered, “It’s alright. Thank you all the same.”
She wondered if she had made a mistake.
The person’s back and side face looked quite familiar.
However, what she didn’t know was that when she kept walking towards the exit in a daze, a tall and
slim figure slowly showed up at the corner of the corridor. With his young, handsome, and fair face, he
stared at her receding back, his ink-black eyes full of complication...
That face belonged to Miles.
Suddenly, someone patted him on his shoulder from the back. “Excuse me, Mr. Hughes. What’s
wrong?”
The young man returned to his senses and his face returned to indifferent. He turned around and
looked at the person behind him. “Nothing. Mr. Kim, have you found the material?”
“Yeah, almost ready. We can file the lawsuit in three months.” The mid-aged man patted on the
briefcase in his hands.
“Thanks a lot for your hard work.”
Mr. Kim shook his head and patted him on the shoulder. “We can go back now. Let’s go.’’
“Wait a minute. I want to use the restroom.” Miles smiled slightly. Lowering his head, he straightened up
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It had been five hours since the surgery started. Rachel waited at the door of the surgery room without
eating or drinking anything.
Both Theresa and Osmond were there. The atmosphere was depressingly quiet.
Maurice came over with water and food in his hands.
“Excuse me, Miss Lewis, Mrs. Lewis. You should eat something.”
Rachel moved her stiffened all fours and looked up, her solemn look relaxing a bit. She said, “No,
thanks, Maurice. I’m not hungry yet. You can go ahead and eat.”
Theresa was also anxious, but she couldn’t let her daughter suffer alone. “Rach, don’t make me worry
about you. You must have some food.”
Osmond opened the cap of the water bottle, handed it over to Monica, and asked her to pass it to
Rachel. He also convinced her in a gentle voice, “You should eat something although you don’t feel
hungry. You haven’t drunk for several hours, have you?”
Standing aside, Maurice kept silent.
Monica pursed her lips, passing the water bottle to Rachel’s mouth with both hands.
Rachel was amused by her adorable expression, a trace of a smile appearing on her face. She took
over the water and held Monica in her arms. She whispered to coax the little girl, “Shall we eat
together?”
The little girl rubbed against her chin with her cheek.
Rachel raised her head. “Mom, Osmond, you should eat while the food is still warm. It’s not good if
they’ve become cold.”
When they were eating on the bench, Rachel’s phone suddenly started vibrating.
She was taken aback for a moment. Tilting her body, she asked, “Mom, could you please pull my
phone out for me?”
Then she put down the lunch box and wiped her hands. Taking over the cell phone, she checked the
caller ID as usual, and then she was startled again.
It was from Mr. Reed.
“Please don’t wait for me. I need to answer a call.”
She stood up and took a few steps away from them. Then she swiped to answer gingerly, “Hello, is that
Mr. Reed?”
“Yes, it’s me.” She heard a warm, masculine voice. He teased her, “Ms. Lewis, I wondered if you have
forgotten me.”
Rachel was stunned. Then she hurriedly answered, “How could it be? Mr. Reed, I’ve always kept your
number in my cell phone.”
“I certainly didn’t mean my number. I called Mr. Lopez earlier and heard that you’ve asked for a leave
for a long time because of your mother’s illness. How’s she doing now?”
Rachel was a bit confused but she still replied to him pretty soon, “She’s quite OK now. I can go back to
work in one or two days. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Reed.”