Sensing Nicoleâs hesitation, Conor quickly added, âMiss Lawrence, the doctors canât get Mr.
Schultz to listen.
I wouldnât ask this of you if it wasnât necessary.
Mr.
Schultz instructed us not to disturb you, butâ¦â
Conor paused for a moment and then continued, âThere are countless decisions pending at the Schultz Group and numerous meetings awaiting Mr.
Schultz.
I canât monitor Mr.
Schultz constantly, and so many people rely on him.
Iâm desperate for his swift recovery.
â
Conorâs words, though not directly accusing Nicole of neglect, conveyed the staffâs helplessness, making his request hard to refuse.
Nicole, still hesitant, said, âI appreciate your hard work, Conor.
If I have time, I will visit.
â
Nicoleâs response was non-committal.
She said she would visit if she had time.
What did âif she had timeâ mean? She was already here.
However, Conor didnât dare push further.
âAlright, Miss Lawrence, please take care of your matters first.
But if you can, do visit Mr.
Schultz.
â
Nicole nodded and left with the thermos in her hands.
When she returned to the infusion room, Rhett appeared to be asleep.
Nicole didnât wake him and waited quietly, noticing the dark circles under his eyes that suggested he hadnât slept well.
Given the trauma Rhett had endured, it was no wonder he hadnât slept well.
Despite this, he displayed remarkable composure under the circumstances.
When the nurse arrived to remove the IV, Rhett stirred awake.
Clad in full protective gear, the nurse carefully removed the IV.
The infusion room was private because they were aware of Rhettâs condition.
After patching him up, the nurse reminded Rhett that he couldnât leave the hospital tonight and needed to stay for observation to monitor for any fever.
Rhett, noticing Nicole still there, felt a pang of embarrassment.
âs BunnyBookery âMiss Lawrence, youâve been such a great help.
Iâm sorry for the trouble.
â
âItâs no trouble,â Nicole replied with a reassuring smile.
âItâs the least I could do.
â She handed Rhett the water, and just then, her phone rang.
It was the delivery driver.
Nicole had ordered a pot of congee for Rhett, thinking he needed something light to eat.
Unable to cook for him herself, she had chosen a highly-rated restaurant on a delivery app.
Nicole rose from her seat.
âIâll go get the congee.
â
âThereâs no need, Miss Lawrence.
Iâm not hungry,â Rhett said.
But as soon as he spoke, his stomach growled loudly, betraying his words.
He felt a flush of embarrassment, and Nicole found it heart-wrenching that he still didnât want to trouble anyone.
âHonestly, itâs my pleasure,â Nicole said gently.
âLet me do something for you.
It will make me feel better.
â
Rhett hesitated and then spoke with surprising openness.
âMiss Lawrence, believe it or not, I donât blame you at all.
This rare event happening to me can only be attributed to fate.
Itâs nobodyâs fault.
â
Nicole was taken aback by his candor.
âI didnât expect this.
â
âSometimes, life forces you to believe in fate,â Rhett said, his expression cryptic.
âFate can be changed,â Nicole responded with determination.
âNo matter what, we just need to do our best.
â