“Prepare a good program for me tonight and coax me to sleep. You probably won’t be able to do so in a

    few days.”

    Rachel was perfectly fine with his suggestion. She was with Tyler to coax him to sleep; she practically saw it as her job.

    However, hisst sentence made her brows furrow.

    “You shouldn’t be getting discharged from the hospital anytime soon.”

    She knew clearly that Tyler was probably up to his ears in work. The attack Steven hadunched against hispany was unprecedented in scale.

    The Ziegler’s family business had been around for a century. As a young upstart, Tyler’spany may

    not have the foundation to pit itself against the Zieglers.

    “I’m generally fine. It’s a little challenging to walk around, but it’s not a big deal. I work sitting down

    anyway.”

    Rachel knew nothing she said could stop Tyler. She decided to hold her tongue–this wasn’t the time for

    her to persuade him to beat a hasty retreat.

    Instead, she should be giving him her full support.

    “Alright. Do inform the doctor and get his permission to get discharged. Maybe you should head over and discuss it with him so I won’t worry about it.”

    A smug smile stretched across Tyler’s face. “You’re getting more and more thoughtful now.”

    Rachel patted his back. “Still so glib at a time like this. Hurry on.”

    “Okay.i” /i

    Tyler slowly stood up to make his way to the doctor. Yale stepped forward to help him, but Rachel held

    him back.

    “Let him go over himself. He wants to get discharged anyway, and you won’t be by his side all the time when things get busy. Let him try doing it himself.”

    Yale nced at Rachel, immediately understanding that Rachel must have something to tell him that wasn’t appropriate to discuss in Tyler’s presence.

    He nodded. “Be careful, Mr. Hunt.”

    Tyler lifted a finger at him. “Get her to pay you your sry from now on. You listen to her every word.”

    Yale chuckled sheepishly. “The instructions of the wife of my boss are as important as those of my boss.”

    The smile on Tyler’s face was so bright, it lit up the entire room. He left the ward, leaving Rachel and Yale

    behind.

    Yale approached her, asking, “Ms. Lloyd, what do you want ito /iask me?”

    Rachel looked at Yale in awe. “You’re worthy of your position as Tyler’s right–hand man. I never need to beat around the bush with you. I just want to know how thepany is doing right now. Can Tyler handle it?”

    Yale shook his head and sighed.

    “Ms. Lloyd, you should know Mr. Hunt’s personality. He only ever shares good news and not the bad. All the more he would never share such things with a woman like you. To be honest, things aren’t looking good at all. If we can’t raise enough funds in the short term, thepany will go bankrupt in at most one week.”

    Rachel was shocked to hear that. She could guess that Tyler’spany wasn’t doing well, but she didn’t expect things to be so bad.

    Tyler had done so much to build hispany to where it is today, and now, it was going bust overnight.

    She finally understood what it meant when people say, the higher you fly, the harder you fall.

    Rachel, however, had a n up her sleeve.

    “Don’t worry, Yale. I’ll help him get through this.”

    Yale’s eyes lit up at her words.

    “Ms. Lloyd, are you serious? Can you help Mr. Hunt get through this? You worked in this line before–you

    probably know that this isn’t an insignificant amount.”

    He knew that Rachel was genuine in her affections for Tyler, but he wasn’t sure how much of it was

    romantic.

    Another thing he knew was that even if Tyler weren’t her boyfriend, being Rachel’s friend was certainly a good thing for him.