Emily had hesitated before. She didn't think it was decent to use Stephanie as her leverage. But the winter was coming soon and there wasn't much time left for her. They'd tried Rolando, but Rolando ignored Harold. Stephanie was her only hope now.
Stephanie said sincerely, "I still have to thank you. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be standing here right now." she looked at the tightly shut door and continued, "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have known that my grandpa is still alive."
The door suddenly opened. An old man in coarse clothes came out. His expression was a little strange. He glanced at Stephanie and quickly turned his gaze on Emily, asking, "Who would you like me to treat?"
This girl was clever. She'd "told" Spencer about what had happened to Stephanie through the door. Even though the old man didn't know the details, he understood that this girl had saved Stephanie's life. If it wasn't for her, Stephanie wouldn't have come here.
Those words touched a soft spot in the old man's heart, and he involuntarily opened the door. He had already lost his son and daughter-in-law. He couldn't let anything happen to his granddaughter.
Emily did start that conversation at the door on purpose. She wanted to make Spencer come out. To help them repair their relationship, she had to let the old man know what Stephanie had experienced. Otherwise, he might continue to torture himself with guilt and never talk to Stephanie for the rest of his life.
"I want you to treat someone for me," Emily said with a sincere look in her eyes.
"What disease?" Spencer walked into the room. "Come in."
Emily walked in and closed the door behind her.
Stephanie heaved a sigh of relief. When she heard the words of the middle-aged man in the hat, she did blame her grandfather a bit. Where was he when the whole village was in a catastrophe? In order to treat some strangers, he left the whole village to die.
His parents were dead. The entire village was dead. It was sad. But her grandfather had been living with the guilt for years. He had already suffered enough. It was about time for him to be forgiven.
She looked at a tree in the courtyard. Suddenly, a hand reached out in front of her, and a strawberry-flavored candy was lying quietly on the large, dark-skinned palm.
She looked up in surprise, only to find Harold standing before her with a wooden face. "If you are sad, have a candy. It'll make you feel better," said he.
"Thank you." Stephanie was on a strict diet. In order to keep fit, she had never had any coffee, hamburgers or snacks in the past decade, let alone any sugar.
However, she did not refuse the candy. She took the candy, peeled it off, and put it into her mouth. It tasted sweet and delicious.
"When Miss Emily saved you, she didn't know you were the descendant of Doctor Miracle," Harold suddenly spoke.
When Stephanie heard this, she knew the bodyguard was explaining for Emily. But if Emily didn't know, why would she rush there?
Besides, if Stephanie recalled correctly, it was this very bodyguard that had saved her back then.
Before she could ask, Emily had already walked out of the room. Spencer looked down and his eyes were red. When he came out, he looked at Stephanie with a complicated expression. In the end, he called out to her, "Wendy..."
Stephanie Smith's original was Wendy Smith. After she was adopted, her stepparents gave her a new name. When she cut off her relationship with that family, she'd set her foot in the entertainment industry, so she got herself a stage name. After eleven years, she was finally able to use her real name. But she only reactivated her surname Smith, and never mentioned her first name "Wendy" in public. It was her Grandpa who had named her "Wendy", which was a symbol to show his deep love for her. She didn't think she was qualified to keep using that name because she had failed him.
Stephanie rushed over and threw herself into the old man's arms, tears falling down her cheeks. "Grandpa..."
In the room, Spencer didn't ask her about the patient's condition, but about Stephanie. Emily didn't say much. She just showed him a few articles on the Internet and Stephanie's post about her suicide.
"I thought she was doing well." After reading it, the old man covered his face in pain.
He secretly went to check on Stephanie once. When he saw that she was doing well, he came back. He did not know what he saw was only a false appearance.
Emily walked forward. Harold did not know what she was thinking. She seemed depressed and somewhat relieved, which was contradictory. Just as Harold wanted to ask, Emily finally spoke.
"Mr. Spencer doesn't want to leave here. Vincent has to come over tomorrow."
Harold heaved a sigh of relief and asked, "Miss Emily, what were you thinking?"
"I was thinking about what Mr. Smith said."
"I thought she was doing well..."
Maybe her mother also thought so. That was why her mother never came to see her.
**
Jaquan's client had a car accident and was hospitalized. He came to the hospital to check on the clients from time to time. It happened to be lunchtime when he finished the work, so he asked Collin to join him for lunch.
Collin had always been busy. He usually had lunch in the hospital canteen. Jaquan had followed him to the canteen a few times, and the food was not bad. This noon, they went to the hospital canteen again. The waitress in the canteen remembered Jaquan. She couldn't help but praise him, "Dr. Mueller, your friend is handsome. You should bring him here often in the future. He'll attract many female customers to the canteen."
Jaquan was used to this kind of compliment. Hearing this, he smiled politely. Quite a few nurses standing in line secretly took pictures of him with their phones. He pretended that he didn't notice.
"Come on. Are you implying that I can't attract girls by myself?" Collin put his arm on Jaquan's shoulder and teased.
The nurses immediately covered their mouths in amazement, faces blushing.
The waitress added a chicken drumstick for Collin, "No, that's not I mean. You're attractive, of course. This is for you. Welcome back tomorrow."
Collin blinked at the waitress and took Jaquan to get a table.
As soon as they sat down, Jaquan looked at Collin with disdain, "Did you just charm the waitress for a chicken drumstick? She's old enough to be your mother."
Collin waved his index finger, "I'm sacrificing for the women."
"You really have a broad taste in women," Jaquan mocked.
Just as Collin was about to speak, his phone rang. He looked at the number and smiled. It wasn't a polite smile, but a relaxed and hearty smile with a faint hint of anticipation.