Chapter 103
When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Then I recalled seeing her with a man downstairs yesterday, so I pried some more, âWas that your
boyfriend yesterday? The one who came to fetch you downstairs?â
She froze for a moment as surprise came over her. âWhat?â
âThe handsome fellow in the black Cadillac. Is he your boyfriend?â It was just a casual question, and
yet she seemed so skittish.
I joked, âI saw you two by chance. Why are you so nervous? Donât worry, a married woman such as I
canât possibly steal him away.â
Her smile seemed a little forced. âMs. Stovall, I donât mean that. You know how I refrain from talking
about my private life with the people here. Moreover, there are many women in the company, all of
whom have pledged not to get married or have children for at least five years of working here.â
Fuller Corporation was a good place to work in, but George Fuller had set a rule that female employees
were not allowed to develop romantic relationships or have children within their first five years of
working here. He took into account that women might take maternity leave and marriage leave
sometime during their employment, which would affect their work.
This rule was unreasonable in the first place, so after Ashton took over the company, it was basically
pushed aside. However, because the rule was set by George, his grandfather, it could not be removed
directly. So, although this rule was written in black and white, female employees were allowed to keep
their options open, and they would not be penalized for taking maternal leave or marriage leave.
But this was her private life after all, and I had no right to pry, so I smiled in return, âWell, I just
happened to see you two together yesterday, and I got curious.â
I handed her the processed documents and said, âHere, get to work! Since Ashton has requested to
check ACâs audit personally, you should probably put in more effort. In addition, please do a summary
for the credit audit report.â
âYes, Ms. Stovall!â
As she walked out of the office, I looked up at the clock. It was already noon.
Thatâs strange. Based on Ashtonâs recent habits, he should have come to take me out to lunch by now.
Someone knocked on the office door. I snapped out of my thoughts to find Jared there. He seemed to
be in a rush. Before I could say anything, he invited himself in and dragged me out.
âDr. Crest, whatâs the matter?â Because I was shorter and smaller than him, I could not keep up. I was
basically trotting behind him.
When we got in the elevator, he knitted his brows and announced sternly, âAshton got into a car
accident. Heâs been taken to the hospital.â
Car accident?
I was confused. He was fine just last night, wasnât he?
âHow is he? How did it happen?â He could compete in the National Championship with his set of driving
skills. How could he possibly get into a car accident?
âLetâs go check on him first!â Jared did not say much after we got out of the elevator, leading me to his
car in a hurry.
Jared sped all the way, and very soon, we arrived at the hospital.
I hurriedly followed him to the ER, where Joe was standing guard at the door.
âWhat happened?â Jared asked, catching his breath. We came in a hurry.
Joe seemed fine at first glance. When prompted by Jared, however, he did not answer right away.
Instead, he peered at me awkwardly before looking towards the other end of the corridor.
I followed his gaze and froze. Rebecca was there too. Her hair was unkempt, and the back of her
hands was injured. She looked miserable.
âI wasnât there too. I donât know what happened,â said Joe. Then he approached Rebecca.
Ha!
Not much thought was required to figure out what happened. Ashton must have been with Rebecca,
thatâs why he got into an accident,
âCan I speak to the patientâs family?â A doctor wearing a white coat came out of the ER with the
patientâs medical records in hand.
âHow is Ash? Is he alright?â Rebecca quickly rose to inquire when the doctor called.
As a medical personnel himself, Jared was much calmer. He asked the doctor, âHow is the patientâs
condition?â
âThe patient hit his head and is currently in a coma. We wonât know the specifics until he wakes up.
Also, we found some glass fragments deep below the ribs, so weâd have to perform a minor operation
on him to remove them. If his family is here, can you please sign this?â The doctor surveyed us all
before producing a consent form.
Rebecca scurried over, âMe! Let me sign!â
The doctor nodded and asked her, âMiss, whatâs your relationship with the patient?â
Rebecca froze in her steps and bit her lip.
I stood aside with my arms crossed and said flatly, âDoes a signature by the patientâs lover have any
legal effect?â
The doctor frowned in alarm. âEveryone, the patient is in critical condition. Youâd better take this
seriously. Furthermore, please be informed that the surgical consent form is only valid if itâs signed by
the patientâs parents, wife, or children.â
I walked over to him, took the consent form, and signed it casually, all the while maintaining an icy
stare. âAre there any other documents that need to be signed??â
The doctor shook his head in a daze, âAnd whatâs your relationship with the patient?â
âIâm his wife!â
I added, âIf thatâs all there is, Iâm going back to work. I have other matters to attend to.â
The doctor probably sensed a complicated relationship here, for he looked back and forth between
Rebecca and me, paused, and said, âSince youâre his wife, Iâll need you to go through the
hospitalization procedures. Iâll also suggest that you stay for the night to care for the patient.â
I was quite irritated at this point. âIs he dying?â
One comment caused several heads to roll as they turned to stare at me.
The doctor furrowed his eyebrows, âNo, the patientâs condition isnât serious. Only flesh wounds.â
âThere we go!â
Since he was not on his deathbed, there was no need for me to stay.