Chapter 552
He still had a poker face, but Cornelia could feel his respect for her
Cornelia let her guard down, âWhatâs up?â
Ayden said, âPresident Hartleyâs condition is much worse than what youâve seen. If youâre not busy with anything else, could you please go back and stay with President Hartley? You donât have to do anything, just be by his side.â
âIs he in bad shape?â Cornelia had known Ayden for a long time, but this was the first time she heard him talk so much. She had a hunch that something was fishy
Ayden was Marcusâ most trusted subordinate. It was very likely that he was trying to deceive her under Marcusâ orders.
She had just come out of Marcus hospital room. He looked fine, did not look like a patient at all.
Ayden said. âHis condition is criticalâ
Cornelia didnât want to see Marcus at this moment, and she hesitated, âIâm not a doctor My presence might just add to their problemsâ
Ayden, âMy mom has been taking care of President Hartley for many years. She may have overstepped her boundaries when she spoke to you earlier. Please donât mind her May I ask you to accompany President Hartley?â
Ayden was generally a man of few words, he wouldnât talk unless necessary. The fact that he was explaining so much tonight probably meant that Marcusâs condition was really bad
âAbby, go back in Zackâs car. Iâm going to check on Marcus.â Cornelia got out of the car, locked it, and followed Ayden into the hospital.
Once in the elevator, Cornelia quickly pressed the button for the eighth floor Ayden pressed for the sixth floor.
He said. âPresident Hartley is on the sixth floor now!
Cornelia had a bad feeling, âWhy are we going to the sixth floor?â
Ayden, âYouâll see when you get there.â
The elevator arrived at the sixth floor quickly. As the elevator doors opened, Cornelia followed Aydenâs footsteps into the corridor. She saw the gleaming lettersâICU!
Just seeing this made Corneliaâs legs go weak. Past events played back in her mind like a movie.
Blood, the man lying on a stretcher, doctors in white coats rushing aroundâ¦.
*Comelia Ayden had walked a distance before he realized that Cornelia hadnât kept up. He quickly came back to help her, âWhatâs wrong?â
Cornelia shook her head, struggling to stay calm, âPresident Hartley is in the ICU?â
Ayden nodded
Cornelia, âWhat kind of illness does he have?â
Ayden didnât answer
Cornelia took a deep breath, straightened her back and walked weakly to the ICU.
Through the transparent glass window, Cornelia saw Marcus lying inside. He was wearing an oxygen mask, with many tubes inserted in his body, an IV drip in his hand, and his face was as pale as paper, without a trace of color.
Cornelia could hardly believe what she was seeing. When she left, he looked healthy. It wasnât that long ago, how could he become so weak?
She opened her mouth, and asked with difficulty. âHow did this happen? What has he been through while I was away?â