As he approached his car, Asher was greeted by Arnoldâs voice from behind.
âAsher.â
Asherâs tall figure paused. He took a deep breath before slowly turning to face Arnold.
The lighting in the underground parking lot was dim.
âWhatâs up?â Asher composed himself, his deep gaze fixed on Arnold.
Arnoldâs narrow, fox-like eyes narrowed slightly as he approached Asher.
âI understand that youâre worried about your sister. I understand exactly how you feel.â
Arnoldâs delicate lips approached Asherâs ear, his tone alluring. âBut promise me, donât do anything
stupid. Donât let your dear little sister worry about you. And spare me the worry, too. I know youâre busy,
so Iâm not gonna ask for a ride.â
Arnold straightened up, adopting his usual carefree grin once more. It looks like Iâll be sticking around
for a little longer. Maybe Iâll swing by a car dealership later and get a car for convenience. Ash, do you
have any connections with people working at a dealership? Can they give me a discount?â
Before Arnold had fully settled, Asherâs breathing grew heavy.
Arnoldâs pupils contracted, his heart pounding like a drum.
âWell, I have enough time to give you a ride.â
âOnce we return to Yara Park, feel free to take any car from the underground garage.â
For two full days, Justin hardly ate anything. He only drank some water and spent the majority of the
time in a deep, oblivious slumber.
lan remained by his side, tending to him incessantly. His anxiety was palpable, and he felt like an ant
on a hot pan. Every evening, he would Took out the window, praying sincerely for Justinâs swift
recovery.
He would rather endure the sickness himself than witness his bossâs suffering.
Justin was just a wandering zombie without Bella in his life. It must be agonizing.
âlan, howâs your boss doing?â
Ryan called lan to check on Justin. His voice was tinged with deep concern. âHas he woken up? Iâll
come over right away to see him.â
âYou donât have to come, Mr. Hoffman. Mr. Salvador has already taken his medication and fallen
asleep,â lan replied gloomily.
âBut is it medication for treatment or just sleeping pills? Every time
Justin takes them, he sleeps endlessly. Maybe we should take him to the hospital. Iâll arrange
everything and ensure that it remains confidential!â
âThereâs no need for that, Mr. Hoffman. Even Ms. Thompson, the renowned specialist, couldnât find a
solution for Mr. Salvadorâs condition. What else can the other doctors do?â
lan turned back to look at the unconscious Justin with a heavy heart.â
I donât even know if thereâs any real significance in him taking this medication.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âMr. Salvador gets severe side effects from it. Although his tremors stopped after taking the medicine,
he suffers from frequent vomiting and drowsiness. It feels like heâs just trading one form of pain for
another. If this continues, I fear he may become completely incapacitated!â
Ryan was shocked. He went speechless for a moment.
âMr. Salvador has sacrificed so much for Ms. Thompson. Everything happened because of her⦠So,
why? Why canât she just give Mr.
Salvador another chance?â lanâs anxiety caused him to speak somewhat recklessly.
âDonât say that, lan.â
After a pause, Ryan sighed softly, âBella has never done anything wrong. Now that Justin is going
through this tribulation, perhaps itâs a form of redemption. After all, as someone who is always by
Justinâs side, youâve witnessed everything in their three-year marriage. Iâm sure you understand it very
well.â