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Sarah suspected that she had misheard it.
Ignore it? That was impossible. Luca and her were not that close either.
"Ms. Craw, it was you who paid for my medical expenses, right? I can't just ignore it..."
said Sarah.
Even though she had financial struggles, she was not the type to take advantage of
others.
Luca had already helped her a lot. She had done more than enough.
Luca was secretly startled for a moment and let out a soft sigh, "Ms. Poplar, rest assured.
To be honest, I know about your financial difficulties. I have a few connections in the
hospital. So, I applied for some financial assistance for you. As for the VIP ward, it may be
called a VIP ward, but that's because I'm good friends with the doctors. They agreed to
give it to me. The cost is the same as the regular ward downstairs."
The nurse who was standing beside pursed her lips, suppressing her laugh.
If one were familiar with the hospital's medical system, Luca would not have said such
things.
In order to reassure Sarah and help her recover, Luca had no choice but to say such
things. The nurse would not expose her as Luca was doing it for Sarah's own good.
That way, she could focus on recovering without worrying about medical expenses.
"Is it true?" Sarah doubted.
"Yes. The hospital has its own foundation for families in difficulties. Your application has
already been approved, so you don't need to worry," Luca had to bite the bullet and lie to
her.
"Thank you, Ms. Craw." Sarah believed her words.
She felt that Luca was not the kind of person who would lie.
"Take care of yourself. I'll visit you whenever I have time," replied Luca before she hung up
the call.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe gave Luke, who was by her side, a helpless look.
They were having breakfast when they found out it was Sarah who called. Luca turned on
the speakerphone so Luke could also hear what Sarah was saying.
"I hope Ms. Poplar believes what I said." Luca noticed the faint curve on the corner of
Luke's lips.
Luca was not a good liar. She had to rack her brain to come up with a lie, and even then, it
might not be believable.
However, Sarah seemed to believe it.
"She believes you," said Luke.
"My tone didn't give myself away, right?” added Luca as she sounded worried. She was
not good at lying. Whenever she told a lie, regardless of whether it was a big or small one,
her tone would unconsciously become nervous. Then, her voice would tremble, far from
composed.
"No. You did well. At least she believed it," replied Luke. The last words Sarah said seemed
to indicate that she believed in Luca.
"But who knows how long we can keep this hidden?" Luca knew that Sarah was still
worried about her financial issues.
If she had enough money, she would not have acted like this.
Luca could not help but wonder how much suffering Marcos' birth mother had endured all
these years.
She heard that Marcos' birth mother was also a graduate of a prestigious university.
Graduates like her would not have any trouble finding a job. Still, she stayed on the
outskirts of A City, and she even took on part-time jobs?
Luca felt sorry for what Sarah had gone through.
"Just seven days. They'll pass in the blink of an eye," said Luke as he pressed the send
button on his phone.
He had recorded the phone conversation with Sarah.
Marcos was worried about Sarah's condition. Although her voice sounded weak, she
seemed more energetic. Those words would manage to calm Marcos' restless heart.
After Marcos received the voice message from Luke, he pressed the play button.
When Marcos heard how Luca addressed the person on the other end of the line as Ms.
Poplar, he knew that the unfamiliar voice belonged to his birth mother, Sarah.
The pronunciation in Russian was different from English.
Marcos felt that the voice sounded different from what he remembered. Perhaps it was
because of the language...
He held his phone tightly as he listened to the recording. Sarah's voice had yet to falter.
Marcos sensed Sarah's weakness, but she did not sound too bad.
[Your mother is staying in the VIP ward now. I'll take you to the hospital seven days later.]
Luke sent him another message.
[Thank you.] Marcos curled his lips and picked up a bottle of red wine delivered by the
hotel. He opened the door and walked to the opposite suite, pressing the doorbell.
Before Kastov could open the door, Ethan came out of his room and asked, "What are you
doing?"
"I'd like to have a drink with Kastov." Marcos narrowed his eyes. He had been up all night
since the day he found out about Sarah being in the hospital. He had only slept for a few
hours yesterday, and the dark circles under his eyes had not completely gone.
"Why are you always hanging out with him?" Ethan was displeased. He felt that the family
should look into Kastov's background.
However, they considered Kastov as merely Marcos' bodyguard. It was irrelevant to do so.
Hence, no investigation was conducted.
Ethan was also puzzled. They said Kastov was Marcos' bodyguard, but there was no sense
of an employer-employee dynamic between them during their conversations.
Moreover, Kastov did not follow Marcos when he went out for the past few days. Ethan
occasionally saw through the surveillance outside Marcos' room that Kastov seemed to
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhave his own things to do, and it was completely unrelated to Marcos' schedule.
Could there be such an irresponsible bodyguard?
"Do I have to answer that question?" questioned Marcos.
Ethan was taken aback. Of course, he did not have to answer the question, but he wanted
to have control over Marcos' every move.
"Mr. Ethan, how are you doing with Uncle Matysh's case?" asked Marcos. Kastov happened
to open the door and listened to their conversation. He leaned against the door frame
without saying a word.
Ethan's face turned dark. Legal matters like that were not so easily resolved.
Also, after what happened at the detention center that day, Shandra had yet to contact
him.
He had tried to contact Shandra, but the calls were all redirected to her assistant, Yvette,
who told him that they were working on it. Shandra would contact him if she needed any
help or clarification.
Matysh had left a terrible impression on Shandra after the incident at the detention center.
There was nothing Ethan could do about it. A professional woman like her probably looked
down on what Matysh had told her.
"It seems like things aren't going smoothly for you," Kastov could not help but tease him.
Ethan gave him a disdainful look. "What's it to you?"
Meanwhile, Marcos patted Kastov on the shoulder. "Mr. Ethan, let me give you a word of
advice. While you're thinking of solutions, the police are also gathering more evidence. If
you don't act quickly and the police gather more evidence, Uncle Matysh will be in deep
trouble. If they have more evidence, even the simplest bail won't be possible."
Ethan's face turned dark. "Are you cursing Mr. Matysh?"
"I dare not. Don't jump to conclusions. I'm just saying that if you need help, you can find
Kastov to talk about it. He's highly capable when it comes to investigating matters, but he
charges a substantial amount. Though, I don't think Uncle Matysh would mind the money."
Marcos talked up his good friend in front of Ethan.
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