Chapter 131 Why Would
She Run And Hide
Brian needed to confirm whether the figure he’d glimpsed was indeed Rachel.
His confidence in his own sight was unshakeable; he was sure it was her. She simply had to be the one.
Yet, wasn’t she supposed to be back home by now? What could possibly bring her to this hospital?
A swarm of questions buzzed in his mind, each demanding for answers.
Unfortunately, the elevator’s doors stubbornly shut. Thus, he lost his opportunity to ascend.
Nevertheless, he was not one to surrender without a fight.
With the elevator no longer an option, he turned to the stairs, his resolve firm as he began his pursuit.
As he reached the fifth floor, he spotted what he believed to be Rachel’s silhouette once more.
He dashed after the figure without a second thought.
Meanwhile, Rachel was also on the move. By some lucky chance, she found herself back in the same ward
where she had been earlier.
Noticing the bed was unoccupied, she quickly settled in, covered herself with the blanket, and curled into a
feigned sleep.
Upon entering the room, Brian’s eyes swept over the ward.
However, his search revealed only patients, with no trace of the figure he thought he’d seen.
Doubt crept into his mind, leading him to question his own certainty.
The presence of an unfamiliar man stirred discomfort among the patients, prompting them to call a nurse.
The nurse, maintaining professionalism, guided Brian towards the exit.
Once Brian reached the lobby, Ronald, out of breath, caught up to him. “Sir, where have you been? I’ve been
trying to catch up with you.”
Brian had previously been with Ronald at the pharmacy window, collecting medications without any issue.
But then, something caught Brian’s eye, and he suddenly dashed away. His burst of speed was unexpected. He
even tackled the stairs in his haste.
Ronald was puzzled by what could have driven Brian to such lengths.
Brian’s expression was somber. “I thought I saw her.”
Her? Ronald inquired, “Are you referring to Ms. Marsh?”
“Yes.”
“There must be some error. She has already left.”
Yet, Brian was adamant. “I’m sure it was her. We locked eyes for a moment. I know what I saw.”
“Perhaps it was just someone resembling her. If it had been her, she wouldn’t avoid you. Why would she run
and hide?”
Brian found himself at a loss for words.
After a pause, an idea struck him. “Perhaps she’s upset and doesn’t want to confront me, choosing instead to
stay out of sight.”
Ronald was at a loss for words.
Brian instructed, “Get in touch with someone back home to confirm if she’s there.”
“Understood,” Ronald acknowledged.
Once the call was made, Ronald returned with an update. “I reached out to the housekeeper who regularly
services your estate. She agreed to check when she returns this evening under the guise of her usual duties.”
“Alright, update me with any information,” Brian instructed.
Meanwhile, Brian attempted to reach Rachel by phone, but to no avail.
After a long wait, Rachel finally exited the hospital.
She immediately hailed a taxi to the airport.
Once there, she caught the first available flight home.
Having been recognized while queuing for medication earlier, she feared returning to the pharmacy and thus,
was unable to obtain her prescription.
Her condition would be revealed if he saw her again.
In life, sympathy could procure many things, but love was not among them.
Love had to be genuine; if absent, it simply wasn’t there.
She refused to let her illness tether him to her, nor did she wish to leverage her impending death for his
sympathy or affection.
Thus, she chose not to present herself as a figure of pity.
The flight encountered significant turbulence due to unstable weather conditions.
Already weakened, her condition deteriorated further as the plane shook.
Eventually, she reached her limit of endurance.
Dizziness struck first, quickly escalating to nausea and then continuous vomiting.
Blood spotted her vomit.
She gripped a tissue, her heart pounding wildly. Agonizing pain followed soon after. Devoid of painkillers, she suffered through the agony.
The pain intensified to such a degree that she feared dying aboard the plane, regretting not preparing Jeffrey to live independently or bidding him a proper farewell, worried she might never wake again.
Ultimately, the pain overwhelmed her, and she lost consciousness.
Upon regaining consciousness, she heard the flight attendant announce the plane’s approach to landing.
It was then that she managed to weakly open her eyes, spotting a faint hint of hope.
By the time she arrived home, night had fallen.
She hurriedly retrieved her medication, confronting bottles filled with white pills.
She poured out a countless array, swallowing them in large handfuls, taking three attempts to consume a single
dose.
At that moment, it seemed her stomach was entirely filled with medication.
The housekeeper arrived shortly after Rachel got home.
Noticing the closed bedroom door, she nudged it open.
To her astonishment, it swung open.
Upon finding Rachel asleep in bed, she promptly contacted Ronald.
Brian was informed of Rachel’s whereabouts not long after.
“She’s back home?” Brian was still skeptical. He was convinced he hadn’t erred at the hospital, yet the evidence showed she was indeed at home. Could he have really mistaken someone else for her due to their resemblance,
as Ronald suggested?
The following day saw Rachel visiting the hospital.
She returned to her previous doctor, Darren Thompson.
Darren eyed her with concern. “Did you come here by yourself? Why didn’t someone accompany you?”
Rachel didn’t conceal her circumstances. “My brother has special needs, so he couldn’t join me. My fiancé is
currently overseas on business and can’t make it back.”
Darren’s empathy deepened. “Why not tell him about your situation?”
Rachel forced a smile, then swiftly shifted the topic. “Dr. Thompson, have you found a compatible kidney for
me yet?”
Darren hesitated, then delivered the disheartening news. “Not one yet.”
“That’s alright. I was prepared for it to be challenging.”
“Keep your hopes up. Miracles happen. We mustn’t lose hope until life’s final moments.”
With a solemn nod, she responded, “I’ll hold on.
She had unfinished business and farewells yet to be said.
Right after her dialysis session ended, a video call from Brian popped up on her screen.
Rachel planned to decline the call, but her hand stumbled, and she accidentally accepted it.
