"Miller Road Market." Grace replied.
Houston quickly arrived at the Miller Road Market. His car sped into the market area, honking loudly as he drove straight to the scene. With a sharp brake, he got out of the car and rushed to Linda's side.
"Madam Linda," he called out.
Linda looked up at Houston weakly, her hand pressed against her chest. "Houston, I'm sorry I've troubled you. I didn't mean to delay your work," she said, her face filled with embarrassment.
Without a word, Houston picked her up. The car door slid open automatically, revealing a driver in the front seat and a doctor in a white coat sitting in the back.
Grace stood stunned for a moment before hurrying to follow. "Wait for me! I need to go with you and help," she called out.
Houston gently placed Linda on the reclining chair in the back seat. The doctor immediately attended to her.
"How are you feeling?" the doctor asked Linda.
"I need my nitroglycerin pills, and I'll be fine," Linda replied honestly.
The doctor shook his head. "Your face is very pale. Nitroglycerin might not be enough."
Linda looked at Houston, her eyes filled with guilt. "Houston, I'm really okay. Don't spend money on doctors. We don't have much savings left. We need it for your wedding with Rose."
Houston comforted her. "Madam Linda, don't worry. I'll take care of the wedding expenses."
"Don't make things difficult for Rose," Linda insisted.
"I won't. We'll have the wedding exactly as you and Mr. Sam want it," Houston assured her.
Linda held Houston's hand tightly. "Houston, Rose is lucky to have you."
Grace felt a pang of jealousy. If Linda hadn't been ill, she might have said something snide again.
After Houston got Linda to the hospital, he quickly paid the medical bills. Somehow, he managed to get the hospital director and a team of cardiologists to enter the ward in a grand procession.
Grace was stunned by the sight. She pulled her cardiologist husband aside and asked curiously, "Did you arrange for all these specialists? You're really taking care of Linda, aren't you?"
Aaron gave her a disapproving look. "I'm just a regular chief physician. I don't have the power to get the director here."
"Then who did?" Grace pressed.
"How should I know?" Aaron replied irritably before walking away.
Grace stood there, muttering to herself, "Could it be Rose?"
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