Chapter 9 Who Is Sick?

• She cautiously glanced around. Freya saw Henry dressed in a black shirt, the top two buttons undone, and his suit jacket held by Leo. He exuded a cold, aristocratic air.
• Henry barely glanced at her before striding towards the elevator.
• Leo signalled for her to follow, and Freya understood.
• D*mn! What should I do?
• In the elevator, Freya watched the floors descend and felt uneasy. She whispered to Leo, "Mr. Howard, where are we going?"
• "You said you wanted to have supper." Leo replied calmly, "Mr. Jackman agreed."
• Who wants to have supper with him?
• I wanted to go home! I missed the kids!
• Freya felt like crying but had no tears.
• The black Maybach sped down the road and soon stopped at a high-end restaurant. Freya reluctantly followed Henry inside to a private room on the fourth floor.
• The room was spacious, with a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the bustling city. The dazzling lights were a sight to behold.
• Freya nervously sat across from Henry. The waiter stood by. He was equally tense as he waited for Henry to place an order.
• Unexpectedly, Henry tossed the menu on the table. He said in a commanding tone, "Order. Didn't you say you were hungry?"
• Uh ...
• I'm hungry, but should I order in front of the president?
• It didn't seem appropriate.
• Freya hesitated as she cast a glance at Henry. Then, she quickly grabbed the menu and pointed out several dishes. "This! This! And this!"
• She ordered more than ten dishes at once.
• Who cares? He told me to order!
• "Alright, please wait a moment," the relieved waiter said. He took the menu and walked away.
• Henry's aura was overwhelming. Anyone near him felt immense pressure. How Leo managed to stay by his side was a mystery!
• Thinking about this, Freya began to feel sorry for Leo.
• Thankfully, the restaurant served the food quickly. With over ten dishes arriving one after another, Freya didn't have time to think about anything else.
• She was famished. The aroma of the food made her mouth water, but she hadn't forgotten her plan to get away from this man. As she ate, she began to plot.
• Earlier, she had ordered several cold dishes and raw food.
• Suddenly, Freya clutched her stomach, and her face contorted in pain. She threw down her fork, doubling over.
• "Gosh! My stomach hurts. It hurts so much!"
• "Ms. Lambert ... " Leo began, but Henry's icy glare silenced him.
• "My stomach really hurts, Mr. Jackman. Can I go home?" Freya acted earnestly. She didn't notice Henry's cold, calculating gaze, which locked onto her.
• Freya didn't get a response, so she tentatively glanced at Henry's expression. When she saw his icy demeanour, she felt a chill but still bravely reached for her bag.
• "Mr. Jackman, thank you for your kindness today, but my stomach hurts too much. I'll go home first. You and Mr. Howard can continue eating."
• She stood up and headed for the door, clutching her stomach and pretending she was in pain.
• Smack!
• The spoon clattered onto the table.
• "If your stomach hurts, why don't I take you home?"
• Freya froze. Her steps halted. Panic surged through her mind as she desperately searched for an excuse.
• At that moment, her phone rang.
• Freya felt immense relief. She quickly retrieved her phone from her bag. When she saw the caller's ID, he thumped ferociously and panicked.
• "Hello, Joan."
• Whatever Joan said made Freya's eyebrows knit together. Her face turned pale, and she said, "Okay, I understand. Which hospital? I'll be there right away."
• Freya had no intention of conversing with Henry. She hung up the phone and rushed towards the door. Within seconds, she had disappeared from the room.
• "Mr. Jackman." Leo looked at his boss.
• "Follow her. "
• Henry ordered curtly and stood up.
• This woman dared to act in front of him. How could she think there would be no audience?
• Freya left the restaurant and wanted to head across the street to hail a cab when someone grabbed her. A commanding voice sounded above her, asking, "Which hospital? I'll take you there."
• "Take me? My foot!"
• Freya's words trailed off, her heart sinking.
• Looking up, she saw it was Henry. She fell silent. Henry frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "Which hospital?"
• As they spoke, the black Maybach pulled up. Leo got out and opened the door. Freya numbly followed Henry into the car.
• "Ms. Lambert, which hospital?" Leo asked through the rearview mirror.
• "Rosewood Hospital."
• Freya bit her lip and told them the hospital's name. Despite her fear of Henry discovering the kids' existence, Freya was more concerned about Jasmine at that moment.
• It was late, and traffic was light, allowing for a smooth ride.
• Having recovered her composure, Freya started planning how to prevent Henry from entering the hospital. The twins' existence had to remain a secret.
• Henry leaned back in his seat, his cold gaze fixed ahead of him.
• Suddenly, he asked coolly.
• "Who is sick?"
• Oh ...
• Freya hesitated for a moment before quickly fabricating an excuse. She replied, "A neighbour's child. The neighbours aren't home, so they asked me to help."
• "Oh?" Henry raised an eyebrow, dragging out his tone.
• "And your stomach doesn't hurt anymore?"
• Stomach ...
• Freya was so embarrassed that she wished she could disappear.
• Why did she feel like this man saw right through her? Wiping her sweat, she awkwardly replied, "Uh-huh, it doesn't hurt anymore!"
• Henry stopped questioning her, and Freya sighed in relief. But seeing Rosewood Hospital up ahead made her heart race.
• "We're here."
• Henry reminded her.
• Freya steadied herself and quickly got out of the car. Just as her feet hit the ground, she turned to block the car door, her heart pounding as she feared Henry would follow.
• Seeing Henry's puzzled look, she quickly bowed in gratitude.
• "Thank you so much for the ride, Mr. Jackman, but there's no need for you to come. It's late, and you and Mr. Howard should go home."
• "It's no trouble," Henry replied.
• He gave her a light glance before stepping out. Freya was so frightened, she wanted to push him back into the car.
• Blocking the door, she hid her panic and reasoned, "Mr. Jackman, the hospital is crowded, and my neighbour's child is in a regular ward.
• "It's flu season, and it's very crowded. With your status, being in such a crowded place is beneath you."
• "Is that so?" Henry sneered coldly. He looked at her quietly, his deep gaze was unfathomable.