“After you wake up, I’ll have a talk with you and give you a sum of money that’s enough for you to live a comfortable life abroad. I hope you won’t ever come back here again. After all, you should know that Fabian is very loyal even though he may seem a little indifferent. I’m afraid that you’ll affect him if you do. Please don’t blame me for being selfish. I really don’t have a choice. If you really love Fabian, y-you should leave him.”
After speaking, Heather rose to her feet and walked up to Hannah to brush away the messy hair on her forehead before leaving.
She did not know if Hannah could hear what she had said. In fact, she had only spoken because she felt sullen, bottling all her emotions up. Looking at Hannah, she could not help but feel sorry for her. That was why Heather told her those heartfelt words.
But of course, she would still tell her the same thing after Hannah woke up. In order to ensure the continuation of the Norton family bloodline, she was determined to make Hannah leave even if Fabian would fall into misery again.
“Fabian will get over it.”
Sighing, Heather closed the door behind her.
After she left, Hannah opened her eyes, and tears immediately raced down her cheeks.
She had actually woken up when Heather called her name. Knowing that the latter must have something to say to her, she pretended to be asleep.
At that moment, she flashbacked to the sweet times she spent with Fabian; when she fell sick, Fabian fed her chicken soup; when she insisted on eating at the roadside stalls, he accompanied her despite his status and identity; when something happened to her, he was always the first to come to her rescue.
As memories filled her mind, she felt increasingly agonized, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
She did not even bother to wipe the tears off her face, allowing them to stream down her cheeks and land on the pillow.
After some time, her pillow was soaked with tears.
Taking a breath, she slowly got up. Her pale face indicated that she was not in good shape. Even her lips were drained of color and had cracked due to dehydration.
Pushing back the blanket, she got out of bed and wore her shoes. After taking one last glance at the ward, she walked outside in a hospital gown.
Earlier on, Fabian had sent Natasha over to the hospital, but the latter had been sitting outside the ward for fear of disturbing Hannah.
“W-Why did you come out?”
Seeing Hannah, who was looking pale and frail, Natasha hurriedly went up to support her.
“Natasha.”
Even until that moment, Hannah still did not realize that Natasha was someone sent by Fabian to protect her and still treated her like her own sister.
“Don’t worry. I’m fine,” Hannah said with a forced smile. Yet, her voice was as feeble as that of a dying person.
“Hannah, you…”
Natasha was heartbroken to see Hannah in such a state. Despite being an assassin, she was touched by how well the latter had treated her.
Not giving Natasha any chance to speak, her pale lips parted as she instructed, “Natasha, send me home.”
““Um, Mr. Norton said… Okay!”
Natasha felt her heart wrench in pain at the sight of Hannah’s ashen face. It was as if a needle was pricking her heart that steeled from years of being an assassin.
With Natasha’s help, Hannah soon left the hospital and got into a car. As she was wearing an inconspicuous hospital gown, no one noticed that the patient who left was actually the wife of Phoenix Group’s president.
