Howard was now sure that Mark had met Rachel.
However, he was afraid that Mark would refuse to say anything to him just because of their sour
relationship. "Mark, have you seen her?" he prodded.
Mark raised his head and shot Howard a cold glance that chilled the whole room.
However, Jack just stared at Mark silently, patiently waiting for his answer.
At this point, saying something could make matters worse.
Mark burrowed his hands back into his pockets and turned to Jack. "Yes, I saw her. She's probably at
the hospital now."
Both Jack and Howard were stunned to hear this.
The former anxiously walked forward and asked, "What happened? Why is she at the hospital?"
Howard looked expectantly at Mark for an explanation; he was equally at a loss as to how Rachel could
have suddenly gone to the hospital, let alone why.
'She didn't even go downstairs. Did she teleport out of the house? It doesn't make sense!' he thought.
"Bill was not feeling well, and that lady happened to see him," Mark explained. "When I called the
ambulance, she went along with him to the hospital."
Jack didn't know who Bill was or what had happened, but now that he knew Rachel's whereabouts, he
finally calmed down.
Before he could enquire about which hospital she had gone to, he heard Howard's anxious voice.
"Wait, what did you just say? Bill is not feeling well? What happened to him? And why is he here?"
Mark just sneered at Howard. "How would I know? It's not like I made him sick. You'd better ask him."
Then, he glanced at the CCTV footage and remembered something. "Can you be more stupid? How
can you not find them even after checking the CCTV?" he mocked.
Howard clenched his fist and gritted his teeth in anger.
Even though he knew that Mark didn't like him, he had always treated him well, no matter how rude he
was.
But now, Mark had crossed the line! Did he think that Howard would sit back and take any insult?
How could he raise such a rude and disrespectful stepson?
Before he could reproach Mark, however, Jack cut in. "Please tell me which hospital she went to. My
wife didn't bring anything with her," he said politely.
However, Howard couldn't let go of the fury burning in his heart. "Mark, mind your words," he warned
coldly.
As far as Mark was concerned, getting on Howard's nerves was an accomplishment. Once again, he
ignored Howard and told Jack the name of the hospital that Rachel had gone to. "She went with the
medical staff down the side staircase on the second floor, and then got into the ambulance."
Upon hearing this, Jack finally breathed a sigh of relief.
No wonder they hadn't been able to find Rachel in the CCTV footage.
It turned out that she had left the building via the side staircase, where there was no CCTV camera.
Nevertheless, Jack was still a little worried about her.
He had no idea what was going on, and besides, Rachel hadn't taken anything with her.
"Is there anything else? I'm leaving," Mark said impatiently, looking at both of them with barely
concealed disdain.
Howard was disappointed and angry at the impolite way his stepson was behaving, but this was not the
time or place for them to argue about it.
"You can go now," he answered coldly.
Mark sneered and walked away.
As for Jack, he had bigger things to worry about. Deciding to head to the hospital to find Rachel, he
quickly strode toward the door.
Just as he stepped out, he heard Howard's phone ringing behind him, but he ignored it and kept
walking forward quickly.
He had barely taken a few steps, however, when he heard Howard calling his name anxiously. He
turned around and saw him running after him.
As he stopped in confusion, he noticed his phone in Howard's hand.
Coming to a stop in front of him, Howard handed him his phone and panted, "It's your wife."
For a second, Jack was in a daze, but then he held the phone to his ear. A familiar female voice
greeted him over the phone. "Jack..."
Rachel briefly explained everything to Jack, knowing that he would be looking for her.
It was not until Jack knew that Rachel was fine that he finally relaxed.
"Wait for me at the hospital. I'll come right away," he said before hanging up.
At the hospital, Rachel gave the phone back to the butler with a smile. "Thank you. I'm going to just
wait here for a while."
"You're welcome! You saved Bill's life, so if you need any help, just let me know," the old man said.
Rachel smiled lightly at him. In her eyes, she had just done her duty as a doctor.
"It doesn't matter. I was just doing my job. I will feel embarrassed if you thank me again."
The old man nodded understandingly. "Sit down for a while. I'll go and get you a bottle of water."
Then, he left in a hurry before Rachel could refuse him.
Rachel turned her eyes to the man in the bed, who was still sleeping.
She studied him for a while, feeling that he looked familiar.
But she couldn't remember where she might have met him before.
'Bill Huo? I'm sure I don't know him, but why he looks familiar?'
she wondered.
Soon, the butler came back with not only a bottle of water, but also some bread and fruits. After all, it
was the least he could do for this woman.
Bill had been in a serious condition because of his allergy.
If Rachel had not rescued him in time, the consequences would have been too ghastly to contemplate.
The old man took out the food from the bag and said with a little embarrassment, "I didn't know if
you've had dinner yet, so I just bought some fruits and bread. Miss Shen, would you like something to
eat?"
He had initially planned to buy dinner, but since the restaurants nearby were unhygienic, he had settled
on bread and fruits instead. He would treat her to a proper meal or buy her something else once Bill
was in a stable condition.
Although Rachel barely knew the old man, she could tell that he was old-fashioned and courteous.
Even in such a serious situation, he had thought to buy her food.
Although Rachel was not hungry, she took an apple just to be polite.
Anyway, it would take a while for Jack to arrive, so it was probably good for her to eat something before
that.
"What is your name?" she asked tentatively, taking a bite of the apple.
"You can call me Andy," he said as he busily flitted around the room. He took a towel, wet it with some
water, and wiped Bill's face with it.
As he looked at Bill's face, he felt a mixture of distress and relief.
It was really lucky that things had turned out this way!
With a sigh, he stood quietly in front of the bed and watched Bill.
For a long time, he didn't speak.
Rachel slowly took a few more bites of the apple and kept silent, but after a while,
she couldn't help but ask about Bill's family.
"Andy, where is his family?"
Her words brought Andy back to earth. He looked at her and hesitated for a moment. Finally, he said,
"His mother is abroad."
Noticing the awkward pause,
Rachel wondered,
'Is Bill from a single-parent family? Just like Eric...'
She thought for a moment and asked, "Are you the only person taking care of him?"
Andy nodded his head, but it looked like his mind was occupied by many thoughts. "I'll hire a nurse to
look after him later. But right now, I don't know whether his condition is stable."
Rachel put down the remaining half of the apple and asked, "Has he ever had such a severe allergic
reaction before?"
Generally speaking, no one would be reduced to such a serious condition because of an allergy if it
wasn't severe.
Andy shook his head. "Not that I know of. I didn't even know he was sick until Mark called me."
In fact, he didn't know the details or why Bill had had an allergic reaction all of a sudden.
Rachel frowned and mulled over his words for a while. Investigating the source of an allergic reaction
was a complicated matter.
However, she didn't want to explain all these things to him, so she just comforted him in a low voice, "It
doesn't matter. He will feel better after a while once the medicine relieves his allergic symptoms."
After a while, she added, "But we still have to check with the doctor. It's best to find out the allergen so
as to avoid such a situation in the future."
The old man nodded in agreement. He was still perplexed by this whole situation because he had
taken care of Bill for nearly ten years and had never seen him in such a serious condition before.
Other than his slight weakness, Bill had never shown any symptoms. Andy just couldn't make sense of
it.
Of course, a person would know their own body better than anyone else.
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