Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1135

I was already pitiful enough to have been abandoned. But at least I was lucky to have met my adopted parents. Even when I had the flu, they would stay by my side, worried that something would happen to me. I even got to experience what fatherly and motherly love is. But you…

When the room door opened again, it was Fabian who returned after walking Walter out. Raising her head, Hannah asked, “Why are you back? Don’t you have work to do?”

“I’ve postponed them,” Fabian answered plainly.

Despite the short answer, the burning affection she felt from it was enough to warm her frosty heart.

Despite the warmth she felt, she still insisted, “You should go back to your work. I’m fine alone. If I need anything, I’ll call for the nurse. So, don’t worry.”

Fabian walked toward Hannah’s bed and pulled up a chair beside her. Holding her hand between his palms, he let out a breath and softly declared, “I’ll be staying by your side.”

Fabian’s gentle words melted her heart, causing her to feel as if she was on cloud nine.

However, the moment she recalled Leo leaving hurriedly after receiving a call, she couldn’t help but feel indignant for Winson’s sake.

Isn’t Fabian’s company bigger than yours? Doesn’t he have more work than you do? You’re such a heartless man for not caring about Winson.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling shy?” Fabian asked plainly as he let out a rare but pleasing smile.

You look really good when you smile. Wouldn’t it be great if I could see that every day? Since you do know how to smile, why do you put on that stern face all the time? I know I owe you a lot. But, am I not trying my best to make more money?

Holding that thought, Hannah murmured, “I wonder who paid for the operation. If it was Fabian, it means that my debt had ballooned further. I don’t even know how long it will take me to pay it all off.”

Fabian asked curiously, “What did you say?”

Hannah quickly replied, “Erm… it’s nothing.”

Fabian didn’t pursue the matter. All he did was stroke her hand repeatedly to comfort her.

As if something suddenly occurred to her, Hannah asked, “Didn’t you say that someone in the Blackwood family wanted to harm us? Did they do anything during the operation?”

Hannah looked at Fabian quizzically as she wanted to know who it was that intended to harm Winson. If they attempt anything, she figured Fabian would definitely be able to get to the bottom of it.

Fabian’s hand that was stroking her froze momentarily. Taking a deep breath, he nodded in response.

“Did you find out who it was?” Hannah sounded anxious as she assumed Fabian already had the answer. She figured that once they discover who it was, Winson’s safety would be secured. Even if there was no evidence to arrest them, they could at least be more vigilant and not be in the reactive position they were currently in.

Tightening his grip on Hannah’s hand, Fabian’s gaze glistened with an icy glow. “I have yet to find out who it was.”

Hesitating for a moment, he added, “They sent a fanatic who masqueraded himself as an anesthesiologist to infiltrate the operating theatre. If I hadn’t warned Dr. Warren about it, I’m afraid you might not have survived.”

Furrowing her eyebrows, Hannah asked in disbelief, “Are you saying that he managed to enter the operating theatre? How is that possible? Your security measures were so tight that he shouldn’t have the opportunity to sneak in.”

Fabian had the same question in his mind initially. After making detailed investigations, he finally had a conclusion. “That fanatic knocked out the original anesthesiologist in the men’s room. After that, he took over his identity and entered the operating theatre. Furthermore, it was after we had done our checks.”

“After your checks? Doesn’t it mean that he knew the anesthesiologist was going to use the men’s room?” Hannah racked her brains before concluding, “I suspect they have someone on the inside. Or else, how would they know when the anesthesiologist would be there? In other words, the anesthesiologist must be involved in the plot.”

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