Frances Louis!
He is helping a pregnant woman carefully walk in front of me.
If I hadn't seen such a scene again, I would have forgotten that I saw Frances Louis holding a pregnant woman when I entered the hospital with stomachache.
From my memory, it seems to be the same pregnant woman.
Who is that woman?
Whoever she is, can Frances Louis keep a low profile? Whitney has been watching on him lately, doesn't he know to conceal himself?
“If you don't want to take an injection, take the pills. But the effects will be slower. I thought you'd like to be healed quicker as you have such a handsome face.”
The doctor prescribes the pills. Steven Song and I walk out of the doctor's office together.
Frances Louis and the pregnant woman have disappeared out of my sight.
Steven Song goes to the pharmacy to get medicine and I head upstairs.
My mother is in this hospital, and I haven’t visited her for a long time.
I try desperately to make myself be hardhearted. But there are so many things that I couldn't let go.
When arrive at the ward, I find that there is another patient lying on my mom's previous sickbed.
The doctor told me that my mom required constant observation in the hospital. Is she...?
No, she wouldn’t!
I shake my head and walk quickly to the doctor's office.
“Hello doctor, I'd like to ask about the middle-aged woman who was previously unconscious in bed 224?”
“Oh, you mean her, she woke up yesterday and was discharged after a day of observation with no problems.”
I finally feel relived.
Luckily my mom is okay.
My worries are unnecessary.
After making sure my mom is okay, I go downstairs. Steven Song gets his medication and is ready to leave.
When we go to get the car, I run into Frances Louis.
“Jane Noyes, congratulations! The director of DS has seen your drawings and says that he is satisfied with your design! If they adopt it, you'll get five million dollars. I think you have a great chance to get it!”
I could hardly hide my excitement, and I am almost in tears.
Five million dollars mean that I could pay off Frances Louis. I could also use the rest of the money to buy a small house and live the life I want.
The dream that I couldn't even think of is coming true, and I couldn't be more grateful to Donny.
“Thank you, Donny. I'll treat you a dinner sometime.”
With such good news, I am even more motivated to work.
Quickly finishing my drawings, I go back to Louis’s house with glee.
“What are you so happy about? Is there some good news?” Frances Louis asks me.
“Nothing. Just in a good mood.” I say shaking my head.
I can’t let Frances Louis know, or I don’t know what he would do to ruin it.
“No good news?” Frances Louis laughs and says to me, “But I have good news for you.”
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