My Darling, My Dearest

Chapter 232 Red Spots On His Face

Bill raised his hand to massage his temples and said weakly, "Don't do anything rash. I'm just saying that it's a possibility, but I'm not sure."

If Mark was wrongly accused, he would definitely get annoyed and make trouble.

Andy pondered over it for a moment. "I won't say that Mark did it on purpose or blame him for it. I'll just call Howard and ask him to look into this matter."

Whether it was an intentional plot or an accident, they could not just take it lying down like this.

In Andy's eyes, Howard was an unfit father.

Andy wanted to make sure that they got to the bottom of this.

After all, Bill's allergic reaction had been very serious. If Rachel hadn't saved him on time, Bill might have already been dead.

Andy had to find the cause of the allergic reaction so that he could prevent such a thing from ever happening again.

With a wave of his hand, Bill said, "Fine. Just don't put the blame on Mark without having any evidence." Andy knew that Bill was a passive man who didn't like confrontation.

But even if Bill didn't mind things like this happening to him, that didn't mean that Andy would let them go.

"Of course," he replied, already thinking about what steps he had to take next.

It was only then that Bill raised his head. As soon as he saw Rachel, he gasped in shock and subconsciously shrank back in fright.

Not knowing what was wrong, Rachel stared back at Bill, feeling a little awkward.

"Bill, it's okay. We all saw your face clearly," Andy said.

"I'm going to the bathroom," Bill announced with a dark expression, abruptly picking up his phone and getting up from the bed.

Andy laughed in his heart but didn't do anything to stop Bill. Once Bill was out of earshot, he turned his head and explained to Rachel, "He has always cared a lot about his appearance. Now that his face has red spots because of the allergy, he's upset that you saw him that way."

"Oh, that's all right. He will be okay in a couple of days," Rachel replied understandingly.

Andy then let out a big sigh and shook his head, much to Rachel's amusement. Just then, Howard entered the room.

As soon as he set eyes on Rachel,

he recognized her as Mrs. Fu.

After a short pause, he came to his senses and walked up to her. With a grateful smile, he extended his hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Fu."

Rachel shook his hand and smiled back. "Hi, nice to meet you too."

"Thank you for saving my son yesterday! Thank you very much!"

"You are welcome."

"You're so kind. Once my son is discharged from the hospital, I will definitely treat you and Mr. Fu to a meal," Howard said with a big laugh.

In Rachel's eyes, this whole family seemed to be big on expressing gratitude.

Of course, there were a lot of patients and families who had thanked her in the past, but she was also used to seeing patients and families who were rude and ungrateful.

Andy even insisted on calling Bill, who was still in the bathroom, to formally thank her.

However, there was one little thing that bothered her. She was the one who had helped Bill, so why was Howard offering to treat Jack as well?

As soon as this thought entered her mind, Rachel became a little guarded. But on the outside, she smiled politely and said, "I was just doing my job. As a doctor, it's my responsibility to save lives."

Realizing that his words might have betrayed his true intentions, Howard merely smiled back in response and invited Rachel to have a seat. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Andy just observed the conversation without any expression on his face. After hesitating for a while, Rachel sat down again.

She had been intending to leave, but it wouldn't be polite to leave right after Howard's arrival.

Just as Howard took a seat, Andy asked, "What are you doing here?"

The look on Howard's face froze for an instant.

He felt like an invisible pressure had been placed on him. Despite how much time had passed, he still regarded the old man with respect and even a little fear.

No matter how powerful he was, he still felt like a little kid in front of Andy.

He quickly looked around, pretending to look for his son in this small room.

"Where is Bill? I don't see him." 'How dare he ask about Bill?' Andy grumbled to himself. The first thing Howard had done after coming here was chat with someone else instead of looking for his own son.

If Andy hadn't prompted him now, Howard might have not remembered Bill at all.

Howard was aware that in Andy's eyes, he was not qualified to be a father.

He just pretended to be a good father in front of other people.

Andy didn't bother replying to his question. Instead, he said slowly, "You came at just the right time. I was looking for you."

Howard straightened up a little. 'Damn it. This can't be good.'

"Since Bill has an allergy, you should arrange a thorough investigation of this matter."

Rachel was amazed to see the dynamics of the relationship between these two men.

Andy cared for Bill so much. He was more like Bill's family instead of a butler.

And when he spoke to Howard, he held his own, being neither humble nor pushy.

Upon hearing Andy's words, Howard just nodded seriously as if he had been thinking the same thing himself. "Don't worry. I will find out what the truth is." Andy nodded curtly in response.

Howard then turned to look at Rachel, hesitating about how to start a conversation with her. Would it be more polite to invite her to have tea somewhere else?

After all, the hospital was not a good place to talk, especially with Andy around.

While he was contemplating this, the door of the bathroom opened and Bill walked out.

Upon seeing his son, Howard's expression immediately changed. "What's wrong with your face?" he asked in shock.

Bill had red spots all over his face and even his neck, making him almost unrecognizable.

Was this really his son?

Feeling even more self-conscious than he already was, Bill awkwardly raised his hand to touch his face.

His skin felt rough and uneven to the touch. "Dad," he greeted in a low voice, glumly lowering his hand.

Seeing his son this way, Howard couldn't help but feel concerned about him. He walked over to Bill and reached out to touch the spots, but Bill turned away and hurriedly covered his face.

"Don't touch me! Please," he said, raising his voice. Howard promptly withdrew his hand, but took a closer look at Bill's skin, which was almost completely covered with red spots.

When he had first heard that his son had been taken to the hospital, he had assumed that it was just a small allergic reaction.

After all, Andy had been with Bill the whole time; if Bill's condition was really serious, Andy would have called him to come at once.

However, even when he had spoken to Andy last night on the phone, Andy hadn't mentioned the severity of Bill's condition.

So, not only had he dismissed Bill's allergic reaction as a mild one, he had even scoffed at how pretentious Bill was to stay in the hospital for such a small matter.

It was only after seeing him now that he realized how serious Bill's condition was.

Even though he had never been a responsible father, he felt sorry for Bill. He immediately turned to Andy and said sharply, "You should have told me earlier."

When Andy shot him a cold glance in response,

he realized that he had sounded like he was blaming Andy.

In the end, he just stared back at Andy with a stiff expression on his face.

Rachel shifted slightly in her seat, feeling embarrassed to be sitting there and listening to other people's family affairs.

Aware of the awkward atmosphere in the room, Bill wanted to diffuse the tension.

Besides, he was uncomfortable with the way his father was looking at him, which seemed to say, "Why are you looking so ugly?"

He couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to divert his father's attention.

With a light smile, he turned his gaze away from his father and happened to meet Rachel's eyes instead.

Suddenly, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes. "It's okay, I'm all right now. Don't worry about me. We just have to find the source of the allergy," he told his father.

Then, he shot Andy a meaningful look.

When Andy just stared back at him with a confused frown, he gestured to Rachel with his eyes and then shot a wink at Andy.

After being puzzled for a moment, Andy finally realized what he meant.

Since Bill seemed to want to talk privately with his father, Andy turned to Rachel and whispered, "Mrs. Fu, how about we make small talk in the lounge?"

Glad to have an excuse to leave, Rachel nodded with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Bill's lips twitched. He had wanted Andy to shift his father's attention back to Rachel so that they would stop discussing his appearance anymore.

Unexpectedly, Andy had completely misunderstood his signal. Seeing Andy and Rachel entered the lounge, Bill sighed. Now that Andy wasn't here, who would help him send his father away?

Author's note

Goose BBSS

Translator: Scarlett5555