Filed to story: A Second Chance with My Billionaire Love
“Ah, there are a lot of things you don’t know,” Flossie murmured, and sighed softly.
After washing up, Flossie went downstairs and had breakfast with her family.
“It’s been so long since this manor has been this lively.
I’m sure the late Mr.
and Mrs.
Ellsworth would be very glad if they could see this,” Margaret commented, her eyes teary.
She had woken up early to prepare breakfast for them.
“Well, I’m sure our manor will always be lively like this.
Our family will get stronger, and we’ll stay together forever,” Flossie declared happily.
“Yes, we’ll always be together!” Adie and Abby echoed cheerfully.
After breakfast, Margaret drove Adie and Abby to school.
Quinton was lounging in a chair, reading a book.
Flossie watched her brother for a while, then stood up and said quickly, “Quinton, you’ve just recovered.
Stay home and rest; I’ll come home soon.” Quinton looked up from his book, and stared at Flossie contemplatively.
“Are you….
going to see her?” “Yeah…” Flossie hung her head, but didn’t deny it.
She knew that she couldn’t hide anything from her brother.
“I’m going with you,” Quinton said firmly as he put his book down and got to his feet.
“You’re going with me?” Flossie gaped at him, unsure of what to do.
Quinton raised an eyebrow at her.
“Is it inconvenient?” “No, I’m just afraid you can’t take it…” Heaving a sigh, Flossie confessed, “Listen.
Joanne’s not the same as before.
She’s suffered a lot, and she’s a different person now.
Maybe she isn’t the pure young woman you remember, and she may hate you more than you think.
I think it’s a bit dangerous for you both to meet spontaneously like this.” She still remembered how Joanne yearned to kill Quinton.
Besides, after all the torture Joanne had been through, it was possible that she blamed Quinton for all her suffering.
“It’s fine, I can accept it.
Even if she wants to stab me again, it’s what I deserve,” Quinton explained calmly, his hands in his pockets.
Guilt overwhelmed him at the thought of his much- adored woman being tortured by others, and he felt like he was the cause of it.
If he couldn’t forgive himself, how could Joanne? “whoever starts the problem should end it.
I know you want to take this slow and plan things out, but I think I’m the only one who can resolve this.” Quinton knew that Flossie was only trying to help, but he had to face the issue on his own.
“Fine, we’ll go together then.
I won’t stop you.” Flossie nodded, reassured by his calmness and rationality.
They then went to Joanne’s hospital by car.
This hospital was a high-end private hospital that only catered to the rich, and ordinary people couldn’t even get close to it.
Halston had pulled strings and placed Joanne there secretly.
Flossie had only visited Joanne once when she was in acoma and the doctors had been trying to save her, and she was curious about Joanne’s current condition.
Flossie soon found Joanne’s attending doctor.
“Doctor, may I know where the patient in ward 1206 is? Did she move to another ward?” She remembered Joanne’s ward, which happened to be on the same floor as Quinton’s former ward.
However, both Quinton and Joanne had never got to see each other even if they were only a few dozen meters apart.
The doctor was not surprised by Flossie and Quinton’s visit, and even seemed as if he had been waiting for them.
He adjusted his glasses and told them calmly, “You’re late— Miss Garcia has already been discharged from the hospital.” “What? She’s been discharged?” Flossie spluttered, feeling her hope fade.
“Wasn’t her case pretty serious? I heard that she has to be hospitalized for at least three months, and it’s only been around two weeks since then.
Why was she discharged? Can her body take that?” “Well, I couldn’t say anything since it was the patient’s choice.
I did try to dissuade her, but she insisted.
I can only respect her wishes.” “It was her idea?” Flossie’s confusion grew deeper.
“Are you saying that Joanne is awake? Did she recover well? Is she out of danger?” She recalled that Joanne’s case was much more serious than Quinton’s.
When Joanne arrived at the hospital, she was admitted to the ICU and was in a coma.
Even the doctor hadn’t known when she would wake up.
Since Joanne had asked to leave, it meant that her condition was better.
To Flossie, it was good news too.
“Miss Garcia recovered fine, but she would be better if she stayed for treatment.
She has too many injuries, new and old, and the incision on her abdomen is too large.
It’ll be lifelong damage if she doesn’t take good care of it.
If it were up to me, I would’ve never let her leave so soon…” The doctor sighed heavily.
Out of all his patients, Joanne had been the most pitiful.
He couldn’t imagine why a frail woman like her would have so many scars, cuts, scratches, and cigarette burns.
“It’s already a miracle that she survived, but she’s really pushing her luck by leaving the hospital like this,” the doctor muttered, looking concerned.