Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 543 - 284: She Takes the Initiative to Kiss Him (4 of 2)

Chapter 543: Chapter 284: She Takes the Initiative to Kiss Him (4 of 2)

Roye tentatively asked in a low voice, "Did you... have an argument with the CEO?"

Rebecca Quentin chuckled softly, "I have nothing to do with him, why would we argue?"

The next day.

Rebecca Quentin woke up early.

As soon as she woke up, she went to the hospital, just in time to meet the doctor coming to examine Aunt Clare.

Initially, she thought it was just a routine check-up, but then the doctor said the examination was for Aunt Clare’s upcoming blood dialysis.

Rebecca Quentin had some understanding of blood dialysis, and thinking about the unusual pain Aunt Clare was going to endure, her heart was filled with guilt.

If she had taken more care of Aunt Clare regularly, she might have noticed her illness and it wouldn’t have become so severe.

Rebecca Quentin could stay in the ward to watch Aunt Clare undergo blood dialysis, but Aunt Clare insisted that she leave. In the end, Rebecca Quentin could only watch Aunt Clare through the glass window of the ward.

Blood dialysis turned out to be more painful than she imagined...

Just seeing a big tube inserted into Aunt Clare was enough to make one feel scared, and the patient could even see their own blood flowing throughout their body, which added to the extreme pain.

Rebecca Quentin finally couldn’t bear to watch any more, covering her mouth as she helplessly sobbed.

"Becca..."

A familiar male voice came.

Rebecca Quentin raised her tear-blurred eyes to look at Howard Geoffrey, who had somehow arrived in front of her, and whimpered, "Howard, I’m so scared..."

Howard Geoffrey gently embraced Rebecca Quentin, "It’s okay, I’m here."

Leaning against Howard Geoffrey’s strong chest, Rebecca Quentin’s tears fell even harder, as she sobbed uncontrollably, "From as far back as I can remember, Aunt Clare has been in our home... Dad never treated her as a servant, I’ve always considered her as family... I don’t have a mother, she’s like a mother to me, taking care of me, comforting me, encouraging me when I’m alone and helpless..."

Howard Geoffrey lightly patted Rebecca Quentin’s back, "I know."

Rebecca Quentin blamed herself, "I haven’t let her enjoy her later years peacefully, instead I’ve worried her with everything. I didn’t even know she was sick, I’m really not a good daughter..."

Howard Geoffrey kissed Rebecca Quentin’s tear-stained face, gently soothing her, "Silly girl, it’s not your fault, everyone faces misfortunes..."

Rebecca Quentin shook her head forcefully, her tears streaming down like pearls from a broken string, "In this world, I only have her and my sister, I can’t lose her..."

Howard Geoffrey wiped the continuously falling tears from Rebecca Quentin’s eyes with his thumb, worriedly saying, "I promise you, she will be okay."

"But I’m really scared, I don’t want to be alone..."

Howard Geoffrey once again pulled Rebecca Quentin into his embrace, affectionately kissing her hair, "You won’t be alone, you have your sister, Andrew... and me."

Rebecca Quentin couldn’t quite understand what Howard was saying, she only knew she was so frightened, so lonely, and so helpless, she just wanted to hold him tightly...

At this moment, an apologetic nurse’s voice urgently came, "Excuse me, Miss Quentin, Mr. Geoffrey..."

Rebecca Quentin wiped away her tears and snot, looking at the nurse.

The nurse handed a folder to Howard Geoffrey, "Because the patient is elderly, the pain from the dialysis is difficult for her to bear, so the situation is not very optimistic... According to our hospital’s procedure, we now need you to sign the surgical waiver."

Rebecca Quentin asked, "What does signing the surgical waiver mean?"

The nurse replied, "It means you agree for the patient to continue with the blood dialysis. If an accident occurs during the process, our hospital will not bear legal responsibility. Of course, you can also choose not to sign, in which case we will stop the dialysis immediately. But I must remind you, if the patient cannot endure this session, similar situations are likely in the future, and you will still face a choice, postponing will only worsen her condition."

After hearing what the nurse said, Rebecca Quentin rushed to the glass window.

Through the glass, she saw Aunt Clare couldn’t move, lying on the hospital bed, her face white as a sheet, as if she had lost all her vitality.

Rebecca Quentin pounded on the glass window, speaking to the doctor and nurse inside, "Let me in, let me in..."

The nurse holding the consent form advised, "Miss Quentin, please don’t do this, the doctors and nurses inside can’t hear you..."

Rebecca Quentin helplessly uttered, "What should I do now?"

Howard Geoffrey’s calm voice came, "Sign the consent form and continue with the dialysis."

"But I’m afraid Aunt Clare can’t handle it..."

Howard Geoffrey said calmly, "If the dialysis is done now, when a suitable kidney becomes available, she can have surgery immediately and not delay her condition. But if you can’t bring yourself to do it, it will only cause Aunt Clare greater pain."

The nurse agreed with Howard Geoffrey, nodding vigorously and accompanying with reassurance, "Actually, although dialysis is painful, most people can endure it, and having family members sign the consent form is just a routine hospital procedure."

Rebecca Quentin watched Aunt Clare inside, barely able to breathe, still hesitating.

Howard Geoffrey walked to Rebecca Quentin, lifted her tear-stained face, wanting her to face him, a hoarse voice escaping, "Becca, do you trust me?"

Rebecca Quentin nodded, shaking with sobs.

Howard Geoffrey gazed deeply at Rebecca Quentin, "Then leave Aunt Clare’s situation to me, I guarantee she will be okay in the end."

Rebecca Quentin looked at Howard Geoffrey, nodding in a daze once again.

Finally, under Howard Geoffrey’s persuasion, Rebecca Quentin signed the surgical consent form.

After four hours of dialysis, Rebecca Quentin immediately rushed into the ward.

Seeing Aunt Clare with slightly restored blood color, Rebecca Quentin’s eyes brimmed with tears, yet she broke into a smile.

Lying on the bed, Aunt Clare weakly said, "Silly child, I’m fine..."

Rebecca Quentin tightly held Aunt Clare’s hand, "You must hold on..."

Aunt Clare tried her best to put on a smile, "Of course I will hold on, I still want to see you get married, see you live a happy life."

Rebecca Quentin nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes."

Seeing Aunt Clare asleep peacefully on the hospital bed, Rebecca Quentin’s heart that had been hanging all day finally settled.

After adjusting Aunt Clare’s quilt and instructing the caregiver to take good care of Aunt Clare, Rebecca Quentin finally left the ward.