A middle-aged man went into the ward. Seeing the patient wide awake, he closed the door before asking, "You awake?"
"Something happened to your son?" The woman asked weakly, "I overheard you."
Jackson was silent for a moment before he said, "He got hurt and is hospitalized."
"Did he fight with others? Hospitalized? Is it serious?" Donna asked, turning her head and coughing again.
"Forget it. Why are you still coughing?" Jackson frowned and poured her some water.
"Leave me alone. Go and take care of your son. I know my conditions too well," Donna said as she took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling.
"What do you know?" Jackson said with a frown, "You're imagining things. Your doctor said you'll be fine. Why don't you..."
"You don't have to lie to me, I know," Donna interrupted with a smile.
Jackson stopped.
Her smile faded away. She said while looking at the ceiling, "I miss my daughter, but I don't want her to see me sickly and dying. I want her to remember me when I was young and beautiful. We've been apart for so long. What I regret the most is that I didn't take her away. It's my fault that she becomes such a silly girl."
Jackson didn't say anything.
"If I die, don't let her know. Perhaps she doesn't remember me anymore." Donna turned her head to cough, with her hand covering her mouth. Seeing some blood on her palm, she clenched her hand quickly.
Jackson restrained from standing up, his fists clenched tightly.
"Can you look after her for me?" Donna gasped.
"You’re leaving your final words?" Jackson said angrily, "I'm telling you. I won't look after her. No! You stay alive and I'll bring her here. Take care of her as much as you want!"
Donna said her eyes closed, "Go see your son. Leave me alone."
Jackson stood up, not to see Kamron, but to make a phone call. He asked a helper to order some food and went to see what happened at the police station.
There were two bodyguards at the door. Jackson told them to keep an eye on Donna before leaving.
Seeing him leave the ward, Donna carefully got out of bed and went to the door. Upon opening the door, she saw the bodyguards and sighed.
While she was walking back to her bed with her hand on the wall to support her, Jackson returned. Seeing her like this, he instantly knew what she was up to.
"You still want to see him, don't you?"
Donna froze.
"He's dead! I've checked it. He died!" Jackson strode to her and bellowed, "Hasn't he hurt you enough? Why are you still thinking about him!? Why?"
Yesterday morning when Donna saw the news of Maury's death, she fainted on the spot.
After so many years, she still cared about him. Even if he died, her heart was still with him.
She leaned against the wall and squatted down slowly. Tears fell on the ground.
Fists loosening a little, he compromised. "You want to see him, don't you? Alright, I'll take you there."
"No!" She shook her head. She didn't want Emily to see her now.
Jackson took a deep breath, "You only have one chance. If you don't go, don't ask me again. I can talk to Emily and ask her to live with you."
Donna bit her lip and asked after a long pause, "Is that okay?"
When Jackson's car stopped at the Britts', a butler came to greet them. Since he had never seen Jackson, he politely asked, "Sir, may I ask who you are?"
The car door opened and Donna walked out. She put on an extra layer of clothing as she was afraid of the cold. Taking off her scarf, she nodded and smiled at the butler.
"Hello."
The butler met Donna when Emily was sent to the hospital because of the fever. Donna stood at the hospital door crying. But she did not go up.
She didn't dare to see her ex-husband, a man who deceived her, and her daughter.
So she didn't go into the hospital.
There were so many things she regretted. These regrets were extremely painful when death came.
Emily was sitting on the sofa in the living room. There were cups of hot tea on the table. It seemed she had been waiting for her.
Jackson helped Donna in and saw a beautiful girl on the sofa who looked nonchalant. She had fair skin and big watery eyes. But there wasn't vigor in her eyes. There was only indifference.
Hearing them, she looked over.
Emily had imagined many times what it was like when she met Donna. Where would they meet? On the road, in the supermarket, in the shopping mall or the park? Regardless of place, it would be a sunny day and she would feel warm.
However, as she watched Donna walk to her, her gaze was freezing cold.
Donna looked into her eyes, tears falling down her cheeks before she could utter a word. She drew nearer, tried her best not to cough, and said, "Emily?"
Emily suppressed her impulses and pursed her lips.
Donna wanted to hug her, but Emily was sitting still with a cold expression. So she refrained from doing so. She glanced around, looking for something.
Emily stood up and walked into a room on the first floor. Inside was a photo of Maury. On the table were his urn and an incense cauldron. Below was a futon.
Donna took the incense and Jackson lit it for her. Then she paid her tribute.
Choked by the incense, she started coughing uncontrollably.
When she finally stopped, she explained to Emily, "I'm fine. It doesn't matter."
Emily, however, did not care about her at all and only looked coldly at Jackson.
"Donna probably doesn't know anything. It's Jackson who's behind all of this."
Emily recalled what Mr. Vincent had said.
Jackson was standing in the room, staring straight at Maury's photo with a provocative and condescending look.
His gaze made Emily very uneasy. She stared at him. Finally, when Donna coughed too violently, Emily came back to her senses and brought them out.
"How are you doing? You are taller and prettier," When they returned to the living room, Donna asked Emily, looking eagerly into her eyes.
If her father hadn't died and the Britt Group had been fine, Emily should have thrown herself into Donna's arms, crying and saying she missed her very much.
However, all she could do now was asking them to leave.
"You should leave now."
Donna was stunned for a while before lowering her head and saying, "Of course, it's time to go."
She coughed as she walked. Her mood swings worsened her condition.
Jackson could not bear to see her so sad. He knew Donna wouldn't fall asleep tonight. However, he didn't want to argue with her in case she said more hurtful things. So, he helped Donna get into the car.