Chapter 8 Discharged From the Hospital

• The moment Freya saw Jacob, she was shocked until she abruptly sat up. And she felt dizzy and almost fell off the bed.
• "Be careful!" Jacob hurriedly helped her, and he grinned.
• His smile could have captured countless women's hearts in Saeville, but it did not even move her heart by one bit.
• She broke free from his support, and she got off the bed by carefully holding on to the edge of the bed.
• At that moment, Jacob's signature smile turned awkward. And he blocked her way.
• "Your doctor mentioned that your gastric problem is severe; lay down and rest! Where are you trying to go?"
• "I'll get whatever you need for you!"
• She was taken aback as Jacob was someone indifferent; he would never serve people; he seemed suspiciously friendly to her.
• She smiled bitterly and walked toward the door.
• "Freya, what do you want?" Jacob was never ignored by anyone in his life, so he got upset and grabbed her by the arms.
• "Mr. Rivera, I have to get back to work." Freya did not dare to offend him; she knew that he was not as kind as he looked. He contributed to Nathaniel's plan by bringing down the Gomez family years ago.
• But she could not see their change of attitude toward her. They were so ruthless and cruel to her back then; she could not get used to the change now.
• She bowed slowly to him, and she said carefully, "Mr. Rivera, thank you for sending me to the hospital."
• By now, Freya could see that he was the one who saved her from the Room 607 incidents.
• She did not know his intention, but she still had to thank him.
• Jacob did not know how to continue the conversation with her acting like this. He let go of her arm, and he handed her a card.
• "You can simply spend it with this card. I have a condominium in Paradise Palms; you should move in and live there."
• "I'll settle your job for you; you worked in the design industry before, right? You could draw and also play the piano, am I correct? I've got a friend who owns a design company; you can go and work for him."
• "Based on your previous qualifications and talents, you can definitely get a high salary."
• Design company, high salary, luxury condominium... It all sounds like a faraway dream to me; I can never go back...
• She smiled bitterly and showed him his hand.
• She had been wearing a thin velvet glove on her left hand for years; the glove was worn out, and there was even a hole in it.
• She always hid this hand behind her or in her sleeve, so that no one could see it.
• She had a drip last night on her right hand because she was even hiding her left hand in sleep.
• It was an unbearable nightmare for her, yet at this moment, she took off the glove and showed it to him.
• Her hands were pretty, and her fingers were slender. Her piano teacher said that she was born to be a pianist.
• Her hands were fair and soft, and she made sure that they were always protected. Sometimes, she would be a hand model just for fun.
• Now, other than her thumb, all four fingers of her left hand were broken. There were hyperplastic tissues growing on the joints; they were ugly and swollen.
• Her fingers were deformed as they were forcefully broken; she could not even use them for daily activities, let alone playing the piano.
• Jacob fixed his gaze on her hand with deadly seriousness; he knew she could play the piano.He even eavesdropped on her practicing it; she always won the gold medal in the children's competition.
• His breathing became rapid, and he lost his words.
• He snorted, "Did your jailmates do this to you?"
• She lowered her head, and she put the glove back. She forced a smile at him.
• "Mr. Rivera, thanks for caring. But… But it's not important anymore."
• He gasped, and he pushed the card toward her. "Take the card now; I know you hate me; just think of it as compensation from me."
• He felt terrible for her, and he could not describe how he felt at the moment.
• Freya pushed his card away and was about to say something, but there were footsteps closing in on them.
• Peyton had dark circles under her eyes, and she did not even have the time to remove her makeup. Her face was pale as an aftereffect of being drunk.
• She rushed into the ward with a lunchbox; she was caught by surprise by Jacob being there.
• She looked at Freya and asked, "Fay, are you alright?"
• "I drank way too much and passed out yesterday." "How are you?"
• Freya breathed a sigh of relief seeing Peyton unharmed; she grabbed her hand and said, "Let's go; we'll talk about it at home."
• "Huh? Can you be discharged now?" Peyton hurriedly grabbed her arm and said, "You should be in the hospital for a few more days; I'll come visit after work daily."
• "The charge of a single ward is very high; I feel better after getting a drip. So, let's get some prescription medication and let me rest at home. It's all the same."
• Peyton agreed with her after hearing her words, so she brought Freya away from the ward.
• Jacob was grabbing hard at his card; he felt uncomfortable at the moment. He could not accept the fact of Freya's disabled hand; it pained him.
• He did not know what was happening now. They used to play together for a period of time when they were both young, and he went abroad. The moment he stepped foot back in the country, he had to go against her.
• He did not expect himself to be obsessive after seeing her for three years.
• He clenched his fists, and the bank card was hurting him.
• Freya and Peyton left after going through all the payment procedures.
• Peyton did not dare to fetch her with her electric motorcycle; Freya looked so weak as if she could fall off the motorcycle anytime.
• So, they spent money to get a taxi. Peyton smiled and opened up the lunchbox in the taxi; it was filled with mashed potatoes.
• "C'mon, eat it."
• Looking at the hot food in front of her, Freya's heart felt warm.
• The taxi drove off from the hospital entrance. None of them realized that there was a man in a black Bugatti quietly watching them from afar.
• The car window was rolled up, blocking people from seeing Nathaniel, who was sitting expressionlessly inside the car.
• He leaned back on the car seat and lit a cigarette. He took a puff.
• Koen Martinezs private assistant could feel that he was not in a good mood.
• In the past few days, Mr. Morgan has been smoking more than usual.
• Mr. Morgan is a very disciplined man who doesn't play with women. He has a healthy exercise and eating habit; he barely drinks. To be frank, he doesn't act like a young person.
• The only issue with him is that he can really smoke. He had beenquitting smoking for a while; what's causing him to smoke again?
• And he had been having insomnia for the past few days, drinking alone in his room. What's happening to him?
• "Koen!" Nathaniel's voice was hoarse after smoking a lot.
• "Yes, Mr. Morgan?" Koan turned to look at him respectfully.
• Nathaniel said slowly, "Mr. Rivera is very free nowadays; assign him something to do so that he can't be in Saeville for a period of time."
• Koen was dumbfounded. Since when did Mr. Rivera offend Mr. Morgan?