Hope It's Not Too Late to Love

chapter-163

With that, he stabbed the needle into Hanson’s hand.

He really used all his might to do it, and Hanson frowned at the impact.

Hanson was lying on the sickbed due to his stomach ache, so he couldn’t do anything but say coldly, “I’ll cancel all your days off for this month.”

“Hey, you can’t do that. I’ve scheduled all my dates.” He was looking forward to his few days off to have fun with some girls.

Hanson looked at him in disdain. “Your little birdies won’t fly away if you don’t see them for one day.”

“Tsk, what do you know about things like that, you old monk? It’s different this time.”

Old monk? Hanson sneered, his expression terrifying. “It seems like you want to give up your days off next month as well, huh?”

April immediately raised his arms to surrender. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll prescribe some medicine for you. Take care of him, Larry.”

He should leave this horrible place immediately.

The pain Hanson felt was slowly relieved thanks to the injection, and his usual intelligence returned to him.

“Larry, call Vania first thing tomorrow to tell her that I’m at the hospital.”

“Understood,” Larry responded.

Then, Hanson added in a small voice, “Tell her I’m gravely ill.”

“Huh?” Larry was surprised.

Hanson glared at him, forcing him to shut up instantly. “Break it to her slowly. Don’t frighten her.”

“Oh, okay.”

Larry finally understood what his president was trying to do. He couldn’t help but give Hanson a huge thumbs-up in his mind.

Half an hour later, April came back with the medicine. “Feeling better now, aren’t you? Larry, you can take him home. He has to rest at home for an entire day tomorrow. Take the pills as prescribed before, but make sure to keep an eye on your diet.”

This wasn’t Hanson’s first time getting stomach problems. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

The only bad thing about it was that he would be in excruciating pain when the stomach problem acted up, so if he didn’t get treated in time, he might faint.

After getting some transfusions, he only had to go home and rest. Moreover, he needed to remember to take his pills.

Even though it couldn’t be cured completely, he would be fine as long as he watched what he ate.

Before this, Hanson would go home right after getting the transfusion since he didn’t like staying in the hospital.

After April finished talking, Hanson closed his eyes. “Larry, escort him out.”

He obviously didn’t want to listen to more of April’s nagging.

Puzzled, April was about to ask him something when he saw Larry gesture toward him. They would be bringing the conversation outside.

When April heard the explanation, he gasped in stunned surprise. “How did he come up with that?”

He had underestimated Hanson, for this guy was quite creative with his ideas.

…

The next morning, Vania received a call from Larry. “Mr. Clark, did something happen so early in the morning?”

She heard Larry’s wailing voice. “Ms. Greyson, hurry to the hospital! President Luke is barely holding on.”

“Barely holding on?” Vania’s heart skipped a beat. She knew what that term meant in this context. Her voice turned anxious as well. “What happened?”

Larry sobbed even louder. “President Luke is at Hammond International Hospital. Ms. Greyson, please hurry to the hospital to see him. If you’re too slow, you might not see him anymore.”

It was as if something had exploded in Vania’s mind. She was instantly enveloped in an unknown emotion, and her heart seemed to be sinking.

“What did you say?” Vania’s voice was shaking along with her trembling hands.

They had dinner together just last night. How did it suddenly come to this?

Larry said that she might not see Hanson anymore, but what did he mean by that?