One Night Surprise

Chapter 482 Someone Pushed Me

The following day, Marianne found the bed opposite her empty when she got up for her morning shift, and she couldn’t help feeling baffled. When noon had approached, she still didn’t see Tanya anywhere. She went to Mrs. Robins only to learn that Tanya had resigned and left first thing in the morning.

Of course, Marianne couldn’t help feeling vexed upon hearing the news.

Elijah’s manor was massive, but he rarely stayed in the country for long. Apart from the maids who would come to clean the place regularly, she, Tanya, and Mrs. Robins were the only ones who lived there permanently. Now that Tanya had left, Marianne would have much to do.

Meanwhile, Angie only woke up at noon due to her hangover. Mrs. Robins brought her lunch not long after, but she only took a couple of absent-minded bites before falling back asleep until night came.

She had a vague memory of what happened the night before, and the broken pieces kept tyrannizing her mind. Before Elijah returned to the manor, she resolutely snuck back to Courtney’s place.

In the latter days, Elijah proposed to take Angie with him to Manhattan several times, but the woman refused to see him no matter what. Thus, Courtney rejected him on her behalf.

Meanwhile, at Citron Apparel, Natasha was due to give birth anytime soon. Bill wished he could flatten all the roads and paths for his wife as they commuted to and from work every single day. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by Courtney, so she let Natasha take early maternity leave.

With her right-hand man down, Courtney had to stick her head in both companies. She had barely managed to shove an order negotiation for Citron Apparel in her hectic schedule during lunch hour, but just as she was heading for the appointment, she received a call from Bill saying that Natasha had gotten into an accident.

With heavy footsteps, Courtney slowly approached the middle-aged man squatting in the corridor right opposite the operating room door. His forehead was pressed against his folded hands, and his eyes were shut tight while his teeth rattled. His arched back made him look as though he had aged a decade.

“Bill?”

Bill looked up in response. His eyes were bloodshot, showing just how tired and worried he was.

“You’re here,” he said in a raspy voice. He then mumbled, “She said that she wanted to eat the éclair sold in front of the hospital. I told her we’d get it after we were done with the check-up, but she told me to get it first and wait for her to finish her check-up. It was just a few minutes, but she…”

that, and he sobbed while struggling

she had never seen

came out of the operating room. “Who is the

to register what was going on, but he immediately shot up and answered

blood. The situation’s critical now. We need you to

I’ll

noticed that his hands were shaking when he signed the

room door opened again, he had already lost the courage to stand right up as

After all, her

she is rather weak. The child isn’t doing too good as well, so we’ll transfer her to NICU for a

sobbed uncontrollably. He didn’t care that Courtney was right

didn’t need to look at this baby girl through the incubator glass any longer. Nonetheless, his happy but sad face got Josephine pursing her lips. “Relax, Mr. Bill. My mommy has given birth to three children, but she’s never freaked out like what

had made as she sat next to the bed-ridden Natasha. Upon hearing Josephine’s words, she couldn’t help

“Well, did you?”

a quirked brow and answered,

first heart-stopping birth, Josephine’s was a

ached. Moreover, her incision hurt so much

shed a lot of weight, and he hadn’t slept in days. The dark circles around his eyes were there to prove

him something to focus on. “Doctor Miller has prescribed some new medication for me. Why don’t you go and get it on

finally relaxed a little after hearing that there were still some errands to run. With that, he scrambled out. Meanwhile, Natasha’s gaze gradually dimmed,

soup down and turned to Josephine. “Josie, please close the door for

from her mobile game, closed the door, and sat back down at

could say what she had been keeping to herself all this time. She clenched the snow-white covers so tightly that they got out of shape, and her nails dug into her palms at that.