Chapter 249
Chapter 249
Anthea stood up decisively and said, "Uncle Nanson, you stay here with mom. I'll head back and grab my laptop."
"You all should go home!" Carole insisted, pushing herself up in her hospital bed. "It's just a finger that I can't move, not like I'm paralyzed. I don't need all this fussing over me!"
Nanson, however, acted as if he hadn't heard Carole's protest. He patted Anthea's shoulder gently and said, "Annie, you go on then. Just be safe on your way."
"I will."
With that, Anthea left the room.
Helpless, Carole sighed deeply and said, "Really, I'm fine on my own! Nanson, you should head back too. Didn't you say the office is swamped? Go take care of business. Don't let me hold you up!"
Courier services run all year round, without a single day off, even during the holidays.
And now it was already the third day of the new year.
"It's not busy," Nanson said as he sat down beside Carole, peeling an apple for her. "I've already given instructions at the office. Don't worry about it, sis."
Carole shook her head helplessly, amused and slightly exasperated by Nanson's stubborn kindness.
Around five in the evening, Anthea returned with food and her laptop.
As soon as she entered the room, she could hear Carole and Nanson chatting and laughing together.
Anthea took out the food containers, handing one to Nanson, "Uncle Nanson, you must be hungry. I made your favorite beef stir-fry with noodles, and there's a bowl of soup too."
Nanson grinned as he accepted the meal. "Ah, my dear Annie always knows what I like!"
"Of course," Anthea replied with a smile, then opened another container with a nutritious soup meant to promote healing. "Mom, let me feed you."
Carole chuckled. "You're such a worrywart! My left hand is injured, not my entire body. It's not like I can't eat on my own!"
"No way," Anthea insisted, bringing a spoonful of soup to her mother's lips. "I need to do this."
Seeing Anthea's determination, Carole relented and opened her mouth to take the soup, her eyes brimming with contentment.
A new patient in the adjacent bed couldn't help but comment with envy, "Your daughter is a gem. Not only is she beautiful, but she's also so caring. Unlike my three sons who only give me headaches! Here I am with a broken leg, and they haven't even shown up!"
Carole smiled proudly. "Yes, my daughter is truly the best."
After Carole finished her soup, Anthea turned to Nanson, "Uncle Nanson, I can stay at the hospital tonight. You should get some rest."
Nanson replied, "I think I should stay. You go home."
"Don't you know it's not appropriate for a man to stay overnight in a lady's hospital room?" Anthea raised an eyebrow playfully.
Caught off guard, Nanson agreed to leave and come back in the morning to relieve Anthea.
"I'll walk you out, Uncle."
Nanson started to protest, knowing his way around, but Anthea's insistence made him realize she wanted to talk.
Indeed, Anthea had something important to say. "Uncle, I've done some digging. Hancock has been keeping a mistress named Wendy on the side, and they have a six-year-old son. Hancock's even looking to buy a house in a good school district for them."
"Is that so?" Nanson's surprise was evident. The idea of his brother-in-law, a man who prided himself on his integrity, keeping a secret family was shocking.
Anthea nodded, adding, "Sallie, while representing a client in court, bribed a witness. I've sent the evidence to your email. You know what to do, right?"
Nanson nodded with a grim determination. "Don't worry, Annie. I'll handle the Lyons family. But what about the Yeagers?" Original from NôvelDrama.Org.
"Don't worry, they won't get off easy," Anthea replied with a chilling glint in her eyes.
With a final reminder to call if she needed anything, Nanson left. Anthea watched his figure recede into the distance before turning back to the hospital.