Chapter 81:
Ruby was struck by a sudden troubling thought, causing her pupils to dilate.
She sat on the bed, absorbed in her thoughts for a while before she collected herself.
âBailee, does Huey know about your sister?â Ruby inquired.
Bailee shook her head and replied, âHe doesnât know that. Butâ¦â
Ruby interjected, âThatâs good. Eileen is a good girl and deserves Hueyâs affection. Any misunderstanding could be disastrous.â
Ruby continued speaking, not waiting to hear if Bailee had more to say, and started packing hastily. âWe need to hurry, or weâll be late!â
As she muttered to herself, Bailee found herself drawn to Rubyâs sense of urgency, unable to stop glancing Rubyâs way.
She somehow felt an unsettling feeling that something was wrong.
Emilio helped them, and Eileen quickly completed the necessary paperwork and returned to the ward to help with packing.
They made their way downstairs, burdened with numerous belongings due to Rubyâs extended stay in the hospital.
Hueyâs car was filled to capacity, and they transferred everything into the VIP ward.
By the time they had finished, it had grown dark outside.
Eileen turned on the lights, instantly illuminating the room, while Bailee and Huey diligently unpacked the items.
I/të$+ çhÃ¥ptÄrÅ¡ įñ gÃ¥ÅñøvêÅÅ.cøm Ruby stood by the window outside the VIP ward, deep in contemplation. Eileen walked up to her slowly.
âMom, what are you doing out here? Itâs cold at night. You should go back to your room,â Eileen suggested, feeling Rubyâs chilly hand as she took it.
Ruby faced her, managing a strained smile, and replied, âIâm not cold. This place is peaceful and quiet. It will be nice for us to sleep here together in the future.â
âI think so too. To make sure we can sleep comfortably here, you should stay in this ward from now on. That way, I can come to visit you more often,â Eileen responded with a gentle smile, wondering if Ruby would accept her rationale for the ward change.
The spacious ward was bathed in the soft light from a white chandelier above.
Next to the patientâs bed was another bed intended for family members. The room also had its own bathroom, sofa, and coffee table, creating a homelike atmosphere.
Ruby settled onto the bed and noticed that Bailee and Huey had completed the unpacking. She turned to Huey and said, âHuey, you and Eileen arenât married yet, but you came to help us with all this. Thank you so much.â
Her thanks were heartfelt, acknowledging Hueyâs efforts since his arrival at the hospital.
Ruby felt a complex mix of gratitude and guilt.
Huey smiled and replied, âThereâs no need for formalities. Iâm glad to help Bailee and Eileen. Itâs really no big deal.â
âThatâs very kind of you, Huey,â Ruby said, glancing towards Eileen. âEverythingâs almost in order, Eileen. You should find a place to treat Huey to dinner.â
âAlright,â Eileen responded, picking up her bag from the sofa to leave. She was afraid that Ruby would continue the topic about her and Huey if they stayed longer.
Huey politely bid farewell to Ruby.
Bailee reached for her bag on the bed, intending to join Huey and Eileen, but Ruby quickly said, âWhy are you taking your bag to leave? Let your sister have dinner with Huey alone. You can stay here with me.â
Ruby gave Bailee a stern look. She got out of bed and set Baileeâs bag on the bedside table.
She then turned back to Huey and Eileen, who paused at the door, taken aback. Ruby said, âGo ahead, you two. Let Bailee stay to look after me.â
Bailee masked her disappointment with a forced smile. âThat makes sense. Iâll stay here with you, Mom.â
She reluctantly sat back down on the bed and pretended to focus on her phone.
Huey turned to Eileen, frowning slightly.
Eileen said, âMom, let Bailee come with us. Youâll have a special nurse to bring your dinner here, but what about Baileeâs meal?â
She stepped forward, handing Bailee her bag. âIf you really want her to stay with you, I can bring her back after dinner.â
Bailee took her bag back, put away her phone, and looked at Ruby. After a moment of hesitation, Ruby said reluctantly, âAlright, go have dinner with them.â
A smile spread across Baileeâs face. She stood up and left the ward with Huey, followed by Eileen.
Ruby stood at the doorway, watching them leave. Up ahead, Huey and Bailee led the way, engaged in lively conversation and laughter, while Eileen walked a bit behind, nodding along to their chatter.
Taking a deep breath, Ruby turned inside.
In the vicinity of the hospital, there were numerous dining options available. Huey and Bailee chose a relatively tidy restaurant, which Eileen also found acceptable.
As they took their seats, Eileen did not hesitate to say to Huey, âYou better not appear in front of my mother again.â
Though Huey had brought Bailee along to assist, and the three of them understood the context, Ruby, unaware of these details, had assumed Huey and Eileenâs relationship was moving fast.
âI didnât expect your mother to react like that,â Huey responded apologetically. âI was genuinely here to help.â
âIâm not blaming you,â Eileen reassured him. âIâm just worried that if you keep showing up, our wedding will inevitably become a topic of conversation.â She shrugged and glanced at Bailee, who remained silent, offering a smile.
Huey, taken aback, quickly said, âAlright, Iâll try my best not to come here again.â
As the waiter came over to take their orders, Eileen passed the menu to Bailee and Huey, feeling a bit relieved after making her feelings clear.
However, she still harbored concerns about Ruby potentially being discovered by the Warren family, while Ruby herself was contemplating her possible marriage with Huey.
She felt a mix of sadness and helplessness.
During the meal, Bailee shared anecdotes from her employment at Hueyâs company, noting the positive treatment she had received from Hueyâs staff.
Yet, something puzzled Bailee. In a low voice, she confided to Eileen while Huey was in the bathroom, âEileen, since Iâve been at Hueyâs, companies I previously applied to have started reaching out to me for interviews. Isnât that odd?â
After pondering for a moment, Eileen looked at Bailee and said, âSo, you ended up at Hueyâs company because someone had meddled with your job applications before, and you had no other choices.â
Eileenâs tone was firm.
Baileeâs face momentarily lost color as she realized Eileen had been unaware of the full truth. She managed a forced smile and replied, âWorking at Hueyâs has actually been good for me. Thatâs why I didnât mention my previous struggle.â
âThen, what about now?â Eileen asked, setting down her fork and fixing her gaze on Bailee. âThis isnât really your field. Are you thinking about going to those interviews?â
Eileen believed she knew who had sabotaged Baileeâs job searchâKian.
Bailee paused before replying, âI still owe Huey nearly a yearâs salary. It wouldnât feel right to leave now. Besides, Iâm not even sure Iâd get the job if I go to the interviews, and it might just be a trap to make me resign without actually hiring me.â
She feared falling victim to Kianâs deceptive tactics.
âLetâs just keep things as they are for now,â Eileen said. Just then, Huey returned from the bathroom, which caused them to quickly switch topics. âHuey is a good man,â Eileen remarked.
Bailee didnât get the chance to reply as Huey rejoined them, effectively ending their previous discussion.
After dinner, Huey left with Bailee. Eileen stayed behind, leaning against the car and gazing up at the bright stars in the sky.
She felt uneasy about the ongoing vigilance needed against the Warren family.
Just yesterday, she had desired a clean break from Bryan, but that hadnât come true.
She remained caught in a complex relationship with Bryan.
The pressure from the Warren familyâs influence left her feeling stressed, but she still felt a hint of happiness because she could still stay by Bryanâs side.
Taking a deep breath, she lowered her gaze, only to catch sight of a tall figure across the street.
Under the soft glow of the red traffic light, Bryan stood wearing a black woolen overcoat, his figure cast in a striking silhouette by the light.
As the light turned green, he crossed the street and walked to Eileen.
It was then that Eileen noticed he still had the Band-Aid she had applied to his forehead.
âWhy are you here?â She straightened herself up and looked at him.
Bryan slightly raised his eyebrows and glanced at the nearby tall hospital building. âI have an international video conference tonight. I need you.â
Hearing the conversation was about work, Eileen felt a hollow ache in her heart, but she managed a forced smile and asked, âAre you planning to go back to the company or somewhere else?â
âLetâs go to my place,â Bryan said, raising his left hand to show that he had brought his briefcase with him.
Eileen turned around to open the passenger seat. Before she could turn back around, Bryan had placed the briefcase in her hand and taken the car key from her.
âIâll drive. Get in the car,â Bryan said as he walked to the driverâs side.
Bryan drove quickly, and Eileen sat in the passenger seat, clutching the briefcase to her chest and crossing her legs. She watched the scenery flash by.
They arrived at Oak Villas swiftly. Exiting the car, Eileen followed Bryan into the building. When she saw the key she had left on the porch before, her heart skipped a beat.
She suddenly remembered she had left a letter in Bryanâs study that morning.
âRemember to take the key next time,â Bryan said, thinking she had forgotten it. He placed it in her hand. Noticing her pale expression, he arched an eyebrow and inquired, âWhatâs wrong?â
Eileen replied, shaking her head while thinking about how to retrieve the letter without Bryan noticing.
Bryan removed his coat and hung it up. Then, he loosened his tie and proceeded inside. He glanced around the living room and then suggested, âLetâs go to the study. Our meeting might take a while, and itâs more comfortable there.â
With no other option, Eileen agreed, changed her shoes, and headed straight to the study.
The study was exactly as she had left it that morning. She had even placed the book with the letter in the center of his desk.
Bryan immediately noticed the book and picked it up.
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