Chapter 113
Michael tried to come inside as he spoke, but Jessica stubbornly stood at the door, leaving no space for him to pass through.
Michael found it strange.
Jessica said, “Indeed, the situation is serious. I’m in a meeting and it’s inconvenient to keep you.”
“Oh, I see.” Michael paused; he hadn’t expected Jessica to refuse him entry. He instinctively glanced inside the room and saw a pair of men’s slippers near the entrance. Had Chris come back recently?
“Then… have you eaten lunch? I can make you something to eat,” Michael tried again.
Jessica said she had already eaten.
In the end, Michael left reluctantly.
After closing the door, Jessica looked down at the slippers Chris had taken off. It seemed Michael had already noticed, and she guessed he might act recklessly out of desperation. Michael was a man, and a very arrogant one. He had always thought his position in Jessica’s heart was unmatched, but now, Jessica valued work far more than love. She was no longer the girl who could be coaxed with a few sweet words during university. Michael wanted to be the head of the Wilder family, but it was going to be quite difficult.
She bent down and put the slippers away. She was very curious about what reckless moves Michael might make.
“I’m back,” Jessica clicked on the microphone and said to a few people, “Michael just came by. He said he saw the online comments and was worried about me, so he came to check.”
Indya couldn’t help but chuckle. “What, did he come to see the fruits of his victory?”
“How is this man so shameless?” Shannon shook her head and said to Jessica, “Captain Felton still hasn’t found any problems. The security team speaks with one voice, and now everyone at the venue is suspicious.”
While Chris was not around, Jessica lit a cigarette. White smoke slowly rose, and the study quickly filled with the smell of tobacco. Chris was a doctor and usually disliked the smell of cigarette, so Jessica had developed the habit of not smoking at home. She only occasionally smoked one or two cigarettes in the office to relieve stress. Jessica closed her eyes, her mind full of Michael’s expression earlier, the disguised anxiety mixed with secret delight. It was as if he wanted to see her frown, believing he was a savior who would come down from the sky to solve all these troubles.
“The PR team from FN gave a very simple plan. Once Joseph wakes up and his condition slightly improves, they will film a video and post it online. No matter how much we explain, it won’t be as powerful as a few words from Joseph himself,” said Jessica.
“Chris has already gone to the hospital. Joseph probably hasn’t woken up yet.”
Joseph indeed hadn’t woken up. The effects of the anesthesia had worn off, and he was probably in a lot of pain. He had been frowning continuously even while unconscious. All departments came to check his room and confirmed there was no further internal bleeding. His body was slowly recovering, but he was not conscious, which was likely related to his individual body condition.
Roy had been guarding the hospital early on. He had just returned from outside, smoking a cigarette, as Chris started his rounds.
“Why hasn’t he woken up yet?” Roy asked anxiously.
Chris listened with a stethoscope, confirming that Joseph’s breathing was slow but unobstructed. “It depends on the individual body condition. Everyone absorbs anesthesia differently. Joseph is an artist who usually doesn’t do much physical activity, so his cardiopulmonary function might naturally be slower. Just wait a little longer.”
The interns who were following the rounds left, and Roy told his subordinates to leave as well.
“Do you think he might not wake up?” asked Roy.