CHAPTER 203: CHAPTER 203: VISITING HER IN PERSON

Vera turned her head and was the first to walk into her own hospital room.

Under the escort of two plainclothes guards, the Grant father and son hurriedly entered Rosalind Morgan’s hospital room.

Rosalind lay on her side in the hospital bed, and the effects of the anesthesia were gradually wearing off, causing her back wound to throb with a needle-like pain.

Hearing the familiar footsteps, she slowly opened her eyes, and in the next second, the tall and familiar figure of her husband appeared in her sight.

"Julian."

Julian Grant sat down at the edge of the bed, his wide and warm hand already reaching out to her forehead, "Suffering again? Has the anesthesia worn off? Does it hurt?"

His voice was deep, filled with tenderness.

Rosalind’s eyes reddened slightly, her voice trembling, "It’s starting to hurt... Have them give me some pain medication."

Standing silently on the side, Nathan Grant immediately turned around, "Mom, I’ll go find the doctor."

His tall and noble figure quickly disappeared beyond the door.

Only the couple remained in the room.

Julian Grant gently lifted her hospital gown to check the wound on her back, his brows furrowed tightly, "I heard you also knocked your head? How does it feel, hmm?"

As he spoke, his fingertips gently touched the slightly sunken spot on the back of her head.

Rosalind shook her head lightly with closed eyes, "It’s nothing..."

Julian understood.

Her "it’s nothing" was equivalent to saying "not having an episode."

With her proud nature, losing control in front of others was more painful than death for her.

After a brief silence, Rosalind opened her eyes, her gaze fixed at some point, her tone neutral, "Julian, it was that Vera... who helped me up. Her ankle was also cut. I don’t know... how she’s doing."

Julian Grant paused slightly in his action of tucking in the corner of her quilt, his sharp gaze skimmed over his wife’s face, and after a brief hesitation, he said, "Shall I go check on her for you?"

Rosalind did not respond.

Julian knew her temperament well; her silence was a form of agreement.

He added smoothly, "We should thank her properly, lest Noah come back and get upset with us again."

Rosalind gave an almost imperceptible "hmm."

It was just as Nathan returned; overhearing the conversation, he wisely made a call and instructed someone to immediately deliver fresh flowers and a fruit basket.

After settling his wife, Julian Grant, accompanied by Nathan, walked towards Vera’s hospital room.

...

Vera was sitting in a chair, flipping through a magazine to pass the time when the open door was gently knocked on.

She looked up to find Nathan Grant standing at the doorframe with one hand in his pocket, the other gently tapping the door, his handsome face showing a slight, ambiguous smile.

"Nathan," Vera put down the magazine and stood up.

Nathan stepped aside, "Vera, Uncle Grant specifically came to see you."

Before he finished speaking, Julian Grant had already stepped inside.

Vera was slightly taken aback.

The man, though aged, did not appear old. His posture was tall, with broad shoulders and back.

The ordinary dark jacket could not conceal the aura of authority accumulated over time; his calm gaze swept over her, carrying the weight of scrutiny, yet not oppressive.

Vera quickly composed herself and spoke politely, "Dean Grant."

Julian Grant waved his hand and softened his tone, "Just call me Uncle Grant."

"I heard from your aunt that you hurt your foot, so I came to check on you."

Vera’s eyebrows moved slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Nathan appropriately chimed in, his tone much gentler, "Mom said it was you who helped her up, and you got hurt yourself."

Vera froze for a moment, then her lips slightly curved into a smile as she asked with concern, "How is Auntie doing?"

Nathan replied, "Aside from the external injuries, she’s fine. And you?"

"Your foot is precious!"

Julian also looked at her.

"It’s just a scratch; it shouldn’t have hurt the tendons or bones. Once the scans are out, I can leave if everything’s okay," Vera said with a smile. "Uncle Grant, please have a seat."

Julian waved his hand, "I have some work to take care of."

"Rest well. If you need anything, just let Nathan handle it."

With that, he gestured slightly, then turned and left, his upright figure resembling a pine tree, footsteps steadily fading away.

Vera watched him leave.

Nathan placed the fruits and flowers for her, "Vera, once the results come out, let me know. If there’s nothing wrong, I’ll take you home. Our second brother is tied up and can’t come back soon."

Vera smiled softly, "Don’t fret about me; take care of Auntie. I have an assistant and bodyguards, they’re on their way."

She knew that among the three Grant brothers, Nathan was treated like one of the daughters.

"Alright then!" Nathan put both hands in his pockets, smiled, and walked out.

...

The results of Vera’s examination came out, and fortunately, it was just a flesh wound, without any damage to the ligaments or bones.

Back at her apartment, she followed the doctor’s advice to pause training and took anti-inflammatory medication.

Perhaps during the bath, her wound accidentally got wet, and later that night she developed a mild fever, her ankle swelling slightly with pain.

Her consciousness was hazy, she got up to take some medication, and then fell back into a deep sleep.

...

In a drowsy state, a cool hand touched her burning forehead, the sensation was so real it didn’t feel like a dream.

Vera struggled to open her heavy eyelids.

Under the dim, warm yellow nightlight, Noah Grant was really sitting at the edge of the bed.

His suit was slightly creased, the tie was loose, his usually impeccable hair was a bit messy, and his eyes carried a mixture of anxiety and fatigue, as he stared intently at her.

"Why... are you back?" Vera’s voice was hoarse, and she asked in disbelief, feeling as if she was feverish and hallucinating.