"Tomorrow night." Jessie replied while looking at the time on the notice.
Violet read these two words, squeezed the phone tightly, then finally gritted her teeth and decided, "Got
it! I'll buy the ticket back in a while."
"Okay, I’m going to pick you up at the airport when you arrive."
Violet gave a hmm, and agreed with a smile.
At the end of the call, she slowly put down the phone and went to see George in the ward. After saying
apologize inwardly, she turned and left.
When the incident happened in the morning, she was somewhat angry at him. Even if he woke up, she
didn't know how to face him.
So she decided not to see him for the time being. She would talk with him later, so as not to increase
embarrassment.
Thinking, Violet went to the front desk to arrange a caregiver for George, and then went to find Mr. Hill
to say goodbye.
When Mr. Hill learned that she was leaving, he arranged a car to take her to the airport and helped her
buy a ticket to return. He said that he was grateful for her help as a bridesmaid, so Violet accepted it.
It happened to be six o'clock in the morning when the plane landed.
Jessie drove to the airport and gave Violet a hug when she saw Violet. After the hug, she looked
behind Violet.
Violet knew what Jessie was looking for. She raised her hand and tapped Jessie’s forehead lightly,
"Stop! George didn't come back."
Hearing that, Jessie's eyes dimmed for an instant, and the smile on her face faded a lot, "Why didn't he
come back with you? Is it because he knew I was coming to pick you up?"
"No, he still has something to do abroad." Violet replied.
She didn't plan to tell Jessie that George didn't come back because of physical reasons.
Otherwise, Jessie would definitely immediately go abroad to find George, but George didn’t like Jessie.
It was still Jessie who got hurt.
"Well, that's good, as long as he doesn't hide from me." Jessie swept away her loss, and a bright smile
returned to her face.
Violet sighed inwardly, and wanted to ask her what had happened between her and George and why
George always hid her like this.
But in the end, she didn’t ask.
"Okay, Jessie, let's go to the hospital first. I miss my babies." Violet grabbed the lever of the suitcase
beside her and changed the subject.
Jessie nodded, helped Violet carry a bag, and then drove her to the hospital.
After driving Violet to the entrance of the hospital, Jessie left. There was still some work in the studio,
waiting for her to deal with.
Violet dragged the suitcase and carried the bag to the ward alone.
At this time, Lily drove Arya to the kindergarten, and Calvin was the only one in the ward. The caregiver
went to buy food.
Violet opened the door of the ward and walked in. Calvin was sitting on the hospital bed and reading
the comics. Hearing the door opening, he raised his head vigilantly. Seeing that the person coming in
was Violet, his eyes lit up suddenly.
"Mommy!" Calvin opened the quilt with one hand, jumped off the hospital bed directly, ran to Violet, and
looked up at her in surprise, "Mommy, you're back! "
"Put on your shoes." Violet threw away the suitcase, bent over to pick up his son, and walked to the
hospital bed.
After putting him on the hospital bed, Violet stretched out her finger and tapped his forehead, "Also,
how could you just jump off like that? What if you fall?"
Calvin stuck his tongue out, "I'm sorry, Mommy. I'm just so happy to see you. I won't do it anymore!"
In order to prove that what he said was true, he also raised three short fingers to make an oath.
Violet was amused by him. She held the little guy's face in both hands and rubbed it, "You!"
"Mommy, it hurts!" Calvin's mouth pouted because of Violet’s rubbing.
Violet felt Calvin so cute, then she bowed her head and kissed him several times.
Calvin was giggled by the kiss.
At this time, the caregiver came back, carrying a thermos in her hand.
Seeing Violet, the caregiver was a little surprised, "Miss Hunt."
"Pippa, thank you so much these days." Violet smiled and nodded at her.
The caregiver waved her hands, "Never mind. Have you eaten?"
"I ate on the plane." Violet replied, letting go of Calvin's small face.
Then Calvin immediately got into the bed.
The caregiver put down the table board of the hospital bed, then took out the breakfast from the
thermos and put them on the table to let Calvin eat.
After Calvin picked up the spoon, he ate it obediently.
Violet sat aside, watching him eating, occasionally wiping the oil from the corners of his mouth with a
tissue.
"Miss Hunt, drink some water." The caregiver poured a glass of water to Violet.
Violet put down the tissue and took the water glass, "Thank you."
"You’re welcome." The nurse smiled, and then said, "Miss Hunt, when I just came back, I met Calvin’s
attending doctor. The doctor said that Calvin could be discharged from the hospital. I originally planned
to tell Ms. Smith when she comes back. But you are back."
"I see! I'll go through the discharge formalities for Calvin now." Violet put the water glass aside.
Hearing that he could be discharged from the hospital, Calvin happily patted the table, "Great, I can
finally go home."
Violet also knew that the little guy was bored in the hospital, stretched out her hand to rub his nose,
and went out with his medical record book.
After completing the discharge procedures, Violet checked the time and was about to return to the
ward.
When she walked into the elevator, a figure in a white coat came out of the elevator and ran into her.
Violet was unprepared. After being bumped, she took a few steps back before barely standing still. All
the receipts in her hand fell to the ground.
The man was not better than her. He stepped back twice, and his glasses fell to the ground.
The man hurriedly bent over to pick up the glasses, wiped them and then put them on. After finishing
these, he bowed to Violet and apologized, "Sorry, sorry, are you okay?"
Violet was squatting on the ground to pick up the receipts. Hearing the familiar voice, she couldn't help
but looked up. A look of surprise appeared on her face, "Dr. Baxter?"
Henry didn't expect Violet to be here. He pushed his glasses and smiled, "It's you! What a
coincidence."
"Yeah. Dr. Baxter, why are you here?" Violet stood up, looked at him in a white coat from another
hospital, and asked curiously.
Henry supported his forehead, "I'm here to make an appointment for the cornea."
"Cornea?" Violet blinked.
Henry spread his hands, "Yes, a disobedient patient insists on transplanting the cornea she finds
herself, but she refuses to say who the owner of the cornea is. So I have to make an appointment with
other hospitals for spare cornea. In case the cornea is used by others. Then she also has a way out."
"That's pretty willful. But the cornea is just a layer of membrane. Everyone is the same. Why is that
patient so picky?" Violet tucked her hair, a little incomprehensible.
Henry sighed with a headache, "Who knows what she thinks? Don't talk about her. Why are you here,
Miss Hunt?"
"My son is in this hospital." Violet replied with showing the receipts to him.
Henry patted his forehead, "Oh, I remember. I heard Fraser said your son had a car accident! Is he all
right?"
"It's okay. He's ready to be discharged." Violet said.
Henry smiled, "So good."
"Thank you." Violet smiled back and then said goodbye to him.
As soon as she left, Henry saw that she had missed a receipt behind where she had just stood.
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