Chapter 190
Dr. Dawson gently jabbed Aydenâs head. Youâre no spring chicken anymore, but you still havenât given me a grandchild, donât even have a girlfriend. Itâs a waste of breath talking to you about this stuff.â
Ayden âWhatâs that got to do with me?â
Dr. Dawson âYou asked me firstâ
Ayden looked innocent. I just want to know why youâre worried about President Hartley. If you know something, tell me, so I can plan aheadâ
âYou canât help with this matter. Heâs got to sort it out himself âDr. Dawson rolled her eyes, âMarcâs got feelings for Cornelia.â
Ayden: âSo what if he likes Cornelia? Cornelia is his wife, she has no ill intentions towards him, itâs perfectly normal for him to like Cornelia.â
Dr. Dawson wanted to knock him, âHe likes Cornelia, likes her to the point of losing control because of her, thatâs not normal. Think about tonight, how terrifying his eyes were when he found out Cornelia was kidnapped. For someone in his position, having a weak spot is a scary thing, donât you think?â
Ayden didnât think so much, âDonât worry, today was an accident, President Hartley definitely wonât let something like this happen again.â
Dr. Dawson roared in anger, âCan you guarantee there wonât be a second, a third accident?â
Ayden What are you getting at?â
Dr. Dawson: Tm just worried about Marc, worried that heâll be manipulated, worried that heâll lose his mind. He can be good to Cornelia, he can give her the best things in the world, but he canât lose his mind and disregard his own safety for Cornelia.â
Ayden: With me around, who can get near him?â
Dr. Dawson was speechless.
She regretted wasting her breath, she shouldnât have expected this strong but simpleâminded guy to understand her point.
In the hospital room, the drugged and unconscious Cornelia suddenly convulsed a couple of times, murmuring, âJeremyâ
Tm here, Ive always been here.â Marcus tightly held her hand, the other gently pushing her damp hair behind her ear, âCornelia, Jeremyâs always here, donât be afraid.â
She opened her mouth and spit out a string of numbers, â03212020â
âI know you want to tell me about the girl who jumped off the building, Iâve already sent people to collect evidence, Eden will be brought to justice If it werenât for Cornelia giving him this string of numbers tonight, allowing him to instantly look up the incident of the girl jumping off the building two years ago, he wouldnât have been able to find her exact location so quickly.
If he had been a few minutes later, the consequences wouldâve been unthinkable. It was her quick thinking that saved herself.
Perhaps because she heard what Marcus said, Corneliaâs furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and she slept more peacefully than before.
She didnât wake up until ten oâclock the next morning.
She could feel someone had stayed by her bedside the whole time, not leaving for a moment.
The person by her side occasionally fed her water, occasionally held her hand and told her, he would definetely protect her in the future.
When she opened her eyes and saw Marcus by her bedside, she looked disappointed, âPresident Hartley, you are you here again?â