Lea turned her head to look at Henry, who was sending his two friends a helpless look while shrugging
his shoulders. She smiled calmly, took out a folded piece of paper from her pocket, and spread it out on
the table. "Yesterday, he gave me this letter of commitment and asked me to come back. I was afraid
that he would go back on his word. So, I called all of you here as my witnesses."
Henry stared at Lea for a while and sighed in resignation. However, his eyes were full of love for her.
"Yes, you all can remind me from time to time. If I drank until two or three o'clock in the evening, I could
never enter the house again."
Before she could say anything, Rachel saw Michael exaggeratedly clutch at Henry's arm and heard
him exclaim, "How dare you two lovebirds flaunt your love in front of a single man like me!"
"Don't say that. When you get married in the future, you will know how it feels." Jack swirled the wine in
his glass and smiled faintly.
"Why do you sound so experienced?" Rachel asked, amused by his words. She placed her left hand on
his shoulder and said, "I don't think I have ever asked you to write any sort of guarantee like that."
"You're the best."
Rachel was used to his sweet words and so rolled her eyes at his playful wink. She was about to
continue eating when she found the other three people staring at them in surprise.
The chopsticks slipped from Michael's hand to the floor.
Rachel was slightly taken aback. She slipped up just then, but she recovered after a few moments.
Carefully placing a piece of braised pork into Lea's bowl, she encourage the other woman, "Carry on."
Lea looked like she was struck by lighting and said in a loud voice, "Rachel! I really admire you!"
"You two are behaving more and more like a couple, and the way she speaks is starting to mirror
yours," Michael said, patting Jack's arm. "You really value your woman more than your friend. You have
never been that kind to me."
Jack raised a single eyebrow. "If you were a woman, I would be nice to you, too."
After thinking about it for a while, Michael waved his hand in disgust and said, "Forget it."
"Well, I say that this day belongs to Henry and Lea." Jack easily steered the topic back to the two of
them. With a faint smile on his face, he turned toward Lea and asked, "So, what should we do?"
As expected, Lea immediately stopped interrogating Rachel and slapped a palm on her forehead. "Ah,
I almost forgot!"
She stood up, took three pens from the study, and distributed them to the three. "You can just sign your
names on this guarantee," she said with a smile.
After they did as she said,
Lea stared down at the guarantee with their names on it and went to the study, stating her intention to
have the piece of paper framed.
Looking at her childlike look of happiness and satisfaction, Rachel felt her lips curve upwards, infected
by the other woman's light mood.
On the way home, Rachel talked about the couple with a trace of envy in her tone.
Jack raised a hand to gently stroke her hair and said, "Don't worry. We will do better in the future."
Knowing that Jack was focused on driving, Rachel stared out the window, deep in thought. In such a
vast sea of people, it was not easy to find a person who knew and loved you.
The warm sunshine and the blue coast were supposed to provide a relaxing atmosphere, but Bill had
been unable to sleep at night since he came here. The contents of his jar of sleeping peels had
seriously decreased.
Every night before he went to bed, Rachel's face always appeared in front of his eyes. He kept telling
himself that it was time to move on. However, the more he told himself that it should be done, the more
he found it impossible to let go.
He was going insane.
At this time, the housekeeper took his mobile phone and went to the beach to look for him. "Sir, you left
your phone in the room. There were three calls just now, so I brought it to you."
"Okay, thank you for your trouble."
A glance at his phone screen revealed a strange landline number. And that number called him three
times. So he called back and the caller ringtone said that the number was that of the police station in
Ninwell City.
He frowned tightly. When the line was connected, the person on the other end immediately asked, "Do
you know a certain Andy Xu?"
"Yes, I know him.
What's wrong with him?"
The man on the other end of the line said, "When our colleague was patrolling the streets today, he
saw him walking back and forth at the intersection. My colleague found this a little strange, so he went
to ask him what was wrong. We found out that he couldn't remember where his home was, so we had
to take him back to the police station first. We found your number in his mobile phone. He is still in the
police station. Do you have time to come and pick him up?"
After a moment of silence,
Bill replied in a dull voice, "I'm sorry, I'm out of town at the moment. I'll ask my friend to drop by."
For him, Andy was not a butler, but a family whom he could rely on. Bill felt a lump in his throat, and a
film started to form before his eyes.
Disoriented, he bent his head and tried to process his thoughts for some time before he picked up his
phone again. There was only one person whom he could ask for help.
Rachel had just finished assisting a patient who underwent surgery the day before regarding their
medication. She had just taken off her gloves when her phone rang. Seeing Bill's name flash on the
screen, she hesitated for a few seconds and finally answered it. "Hello."
Hearing her distant and polite tone, Bill suppressed his disappointment and asked in a serious tone,
"Rachel, are you free right now? I need to ask for your help with something."
The director of the department entered the pantry and poured himself a cup of coffee. When he saw
the usually calm and collected Rachel urgently rush out of her office, he yelled behind her, "Are you
looking for me, Rachel?"
Rachel turned around. "Yes. I asked for a leave. The note is on your desk." Even before she had
finished her words, she had already disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
The director frowned in bewilderment. When he went back to his office, he saw the leave request note,
evidently scribbled in a hurry. Bemused, he took a sip of coffee and muttered to himself, "I'm really
curious. What on earth made Rachel so anxious?"
Rachel sneezed, unaware that the director was trying to guess the reason why she asked for a leave.
She leaned forward and hurriedly urged the cab driver, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm in a terrible rush. Can you
drive faster?"
The taxi driver was also short tempered. He replied impatiently, "Miss, there are so many traffic lights
on the road. Do you think it's possible for me to go fast? If you really want to speed up, just pray for no
red lights at every intersection!"
The man's diatribe struck Rachel speechless. She leaned back, looked out of the window, and sighed
slightly.
She had planned to discuss Andy's condition with Bill in person. However, she didn't expect that his
condition would deteriorate faster than she had expected.
She was really unlucky that day. She arrived at the police station after encountering red lights all the
way. Half an hour later, she asked about Andy's whereabouts and was taken to an office on the second
floor by a policeman. Andy was sitting on a chair in the corner, holding a cup of tea in his hands. He
lowered his head so that no one could see his expression at the moment.
The policeman looked at her and said, "Although he remembers now, he was so lost earlier and did not
say a word. It is unacceptable for the elderly to be treated this way. As a family member, you should
spend more time with him so that he wouldn't be confused."
"Thank you, officer. Andy, I'm here to pick you up."
"Rachel." He raised his head slowly and opened his mouth, but not another word came. His eyes were
like a leaking bucket, from which tears flowed out freely.
Rachel squatted down, took out a tissue from her bag, and wiped away his tears gently. "It's okay.
Medical technology is very advanced at this point. While you can't be cured completely, medical
interventions can prevent it from getting worse. Don't worry."
Andy closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again. He frowned and said worriedly, "I'm
already old, and I knew this would happen one day. I'm already mentally prepared. I'm just worried
about Bill. Who else will take care of him in the future?"
The door to Jack's office was pushed open a crack from the outside. Eric poked his head in and asked,
"Jack?"
"What's the matter?" His eyebrows raised quizzically, Jack put down his pen and looked at Eric with a
faint smile.
Ever since he found that Zoe was a spy sent by Celine, Eric had been on a leave of absence for a long
time. Jack couldn't help but worry about him. He remembered that Eric was due to return to work today.
Eric grinned and came in with two bags. "Jack, I misunderstood you and left with a lot of harsh words
said between us. Please don't be mad at me."
He scratched the back of his head and smiled a bit foolishly. "I went abroad this time and met my
mother. She insisted that I should buy you something as a gift, as you've taken care of me for such a
long time."
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