Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 228 A Lowly Employee

“What happened?” Rayna’s heart clenched. “Could it be that Ms. Goath has tried to end her life?”

“That’s not it. My father fell unconscious and was sent to the hospital.”

“I’ll go with you.” Alfred was quite nice to her, so she felt bad that something terrible befell him. “Is he at the General Hospital?” she asked, pulling Curtis into the taxi.

“Yeah.”

Alfred’s private ward at the inpatient department of the hospital coincidentally faced the main road. As he was peeling some oranges, he was delighted to see Rayna and Curtis getting out of a taxi together.

“Curtis sure did a good job bringing Rayna along.” The elderly man hurried back into the bed while urging Gabriel, “Quick, get the doctor. Make it so that they think I’m in a serious condition. It would be best if they think I’m clinging to life.”

Gabriel’s lips twitched. “Old Mr. Faymon, isn’t this going overboard? What if—”

“Why are you so garrulous?” Alfred was irritated. “Don’t drag my son down with you just because you can’t find a girlfriend for yourself!”

“But that still doesn’t justify lying to Ms. Garland,” Gabriel insisted. “Haven’t Mr. Faymon done enough of that?”

Alfred retorted, “Don’t compare me to him! Besides, it’s true that I’m feeling unwell. Hold on, who are you even siding with, Gabriel? Are you a spy?”

“This isn’t what I meant, Old Mr. Faymon—”

Although Gabriel tried to explain himself, Alfred cut him short impatiently. “Go get the doctor. I shouldn’t waste my breath on you, seeing that you don’t even have a girlfriend.”

The younger man was at a loss for words.

Thus, he could only leave the ward in miserable silence.

Not only was I unappreciated after giving Faymon Group my all, but Old Mr. Faymon also condemned me! This is so unfair!

When Curtis and Rayna arrived at the ward, Gabriel and the doctor were already standing by the hospital bed. The doctor was giving Alfred a checkup with a solemn expression on his face.

Faymon, Ms. Garland,” Gabriel greeted the two of them. His hesitant look and

the same time,

completed the checkup, he approached him and asked,

has heart disease, to begin with, and the medicines can only relieve his symptoms… Spend more time keeping him company

doctor, “Thank you so much. You should head back to work. We will keep Old Mr. Faymon company for the

doctor nodded and soon left

opened his eyes. His eyes

to twitch. I have never seen someone better at pretending to be a “patient” than

over to the bed. “You’re finally awake, Old

older.” Alfred heaved a sigh. His eyes lit up the moment he saw Rayna, and he beckoned her over. “Come

and grasped his hand. “Old Mr.

coming

said merrily. “I would love to visit you often if you

to Curtis. “Mr. Faymon, Old Mr. Faymon would like to have a word with Ms. Garland. Let’s give

Curtis exited the room

have no idea how long I have to live, but I still have so many

consoled him, “You will live

matter between Curtis and I is a secret that cannot be known to the public. Keep it between us. I hope you can forgive him. I’m also heartbroken over Julian’s death, but that’s not Curtis’ fault. Besides, Rolanda has another son who can take care of her, but

pressed her lips into a thin

little disappointed. “Rayna, do you not like Curtis at

was no response from

him before, she could not bring

decide who gets to be together with him,” Alfred uttered. “He’s not young anymore; he’s

okay if you don’t like him. I know love can’t be forced. All I ask for is that you watch over him so that I

that, Old

pillow. It was the blue sapphire ring that he gifted to her, only to be returned to him later on. “You should keep this ring. If you know any woman you think may be a good match for Curtis, introduce her

but entrusted it to her safekeeping for the

did not know how to turn him down, so she accepted it. “Okay. I’ll hold on to it and hand it to Ms. Sanders if Mr. Faymon ends up

in life, he could sense something fishy from her words. Despite the smile on his face, he continued

the ward, Curtis drummed his fingers on his dress pants. The more he thought about the