A look of astonishment crossed Rachel's face, but it quickly disappeared.
The impasse made Rachel lose hope of acquiring the BeGroup's shares. Moments ago, she had been certain Victor would
reject her offer on the spot.
However, to Rachel's surprise, Victor had verbally indicated he was considering selling the BeGroup's shares to her.
It was not his style.
Rachel tried to read Victor's expression, but the indifference in his eyes left her at a loss for words. She couldn't tell what he was
thinking. "Thank you, Mr. Sullivan. I'll await news from you. Rest well; I wish you a speedy recovery."
Rachel steeled her resolve and looked away. Not even Victor's thoughts on the matter would dissuade her from taking back the
shares from him.
After wishing Victor well, Rachel turned around and headed for the door.
"Mr. Sullivan!"
Loud voices rang out from the hallway. Rachel, who had just walked out of the room, made way for two exasperated bodyguards
rushing to the ward.
Rachel stopped and turned around.
As Victor watched Rachel leaving, the pain in his heart intensified so severely that his pupils trembled, and a warm liquid surged
up his throat. Blood seeped down the corner of his mouth, and his face turned even paler.
He lost strength in his legs and staggered.
around. Then, he steadied himself and turned around before Rachel did and wiped off the blood dribbling down his lips.
By the tRachel turned around, Victor had already walked to his bed. She didn't notice his shaky legs or blood-stained lips.
A cold draft surged in through a crack in the balcony door, causing Victor's hospital gown to flutter. The bodyguards watched
Victor worriedly.
The strange atmosphere made Rachel frown, but as nothing seemed off in the ward, she turned around and walked away.
This time, she didn't stop.
When Rachel finally disappeared from sight, Victor couldn't hold his own any longer. His legs gave way before he reached the
bed.
Bang!
"Mr. Sullivan!" The guards panicked and ran to help, but Victor had already
fallen to the floor and fainted.
"Hurry up! Call the doctor over!"
A mad chorus of footsteps broke out in the ward.
Ding.
The elevator stopped on the first floor, and Rachel walked out. An indescribable feeling made her heart uneasy. She dipped her
hand in her pocket and clutched the wishing pendant.
'What's wrong with me?'
Before she could ponder further, two nurses rushed into the elevator, pressed a button, and waited for the doors to close.
"That's not it. The surgery was a success, but the wound is open again! It's been only two hours since the surgery ended, yet the
wound has reopened twice."
"Oh, my God! Is he crazy?"
"I hope he's fine, or the entire VIP department will suffer."
"I heard the rich cherish their lives. Why did he do this then? The wound could get infected. Is he trying to get himself killed?"
"Who knows..."
Rachel's pupils dilated in shock as the elevator doors closed behind the two nurses.
The wound reopened?
Just had surgery?
Rachel suddenly recalled the two bodyguards running into Victor's room, shouting his name. She turned around to ask the
nurses about the patient they were talking about.
But the elevator doors had closed. There was no chance for her to ask.
"Miss Bennet." a voice called from behind, jolting Rachel back to reality.
"Andy? What are you doing here?" Rachel asked Andy, who had walked into the hall and was coming her way. She noticed his
hair and shoulders were wet. It appeared to be raining outside.
"I was a little worried about you, so I chere," Andy said and looked around to see if anyone tailed Rachel. "Are you done
with the conversation?"
"Yes."
"Then, let's go. It's raining outside," Andy said and handed Rachel an umbrella.
Rachel stared blankly at the umbrella and didn't move, recollecting how Victor had walked to his hospital bed. The nagging
feeling in her intensified, and she felt uneasy.
"What's wrong?" Andy, who had noticed her sudden change, asked in concern.
Rachel looked up at Andy in silence for a few moments, and then she shook her head and said, "Nothing. Let's go."