Chapter 690: Chapter 690

Bobby nodded, unfazed. “I have. If that happens, I’ll support her. I don’t want her to suffer through acting, but she enjoys it. Whatever she wants to achieve, I’ll make it happen for her.”

Fannie could hardly believe the absurdity of what she was hearing. “Are you even serious about Judie?”

“Wait, isn’t that Fannie? Where’s she going?”

Bobby followed her gaze and saw Fannie standing by the roadside, looking anxious. She tried to hail a cab, but it passed her by without stopping.

“Get out,” Bobby said, his eyes still locked on Fannie.

Judie glanced between Bobby and Fannie, then pointed at herself. “Me?”

Bobby didn’t take his eyes off Fannie, silently urging Judie to get out of the car.

Mₒᵣₑ ᵤₚdₐₜₑₛ ᵢₙ gₐₗₙₒᵥₑₗₛ.𝒸ₒₘ Fannie’s phone had buzzed ten minutes earlier. Her grandmother had suddenly fallen ill and was now in critical condition at the hospital. Her parents insisted that she and all close relatives come immediately. Unfortunately, Fannie had lent her car to a colleague, leaving her desperate for a ride.

Just then, Bobby’s car pulled up in front of her, almost as if on cue.

“Need a lift?” he asked.

Fannie hesitated, peering into the car and realizing he was alone. The last thing she needed was more complications.

“Isn’t Judie with you?” she asked, wary of his intentions.

“She just stepped out. But I can fetch her if you’d prefer some company.”

Of course, Fannie didn’t want to be alone with Bobby. But her phone rang again, her parents’ anxious voices urging her to hurry.

“I need to get to the hospital. Can you drive me?”

Bobby paused for a moment, then his expression shifted to seriousness.

“Get in, then. What are you waiting for?”

“Okay.”

Fannie moved to open the back door, but Bobby stopped her.

“I’m not running a taxi service. Front seat.”

Although it felt a bit awkward, Fannie knew this wasn’t the moment to argue. She slid into the front seat without a word.

As soon as they arrived at the hospital, she wasted no time. Fannie unbuckled her seatbelt and rushed out of the car. In her hurry, she tripped on the steps leading into the building, landing awkwardly in front of a small crowd.

The sharp pain in her knee was quickly overshadowed by the flush of embarrassment that heated her cheeks.

“A little grace wouldn’t hurt, would it?” Bobby, following close behind, extended a hand with a teasing smile.

Muttering her gratitude, Fannie tried to find her footing, but her knee buckled slightly. Ignoring her protests, Bobby swept her up effortlessly.

“No need! I can walk on my own!” she insisted, her voice a mix of embarrassment and concern.

But Bobby, undeterred, carried her with a firm determination. His expression was unusually serious.

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