NovelOnlineChapter 556 "The doctor says there's nothing serious. Miss Langford can stay for observation or be discharged right away." Everything was left up to her.
"Gwyn, are you sure it was just low blood sugar? Uncle's situation isn't urgent- just take a few days off. Your health comes first." "I'm fine. There's no need forto stay here." She knew these fainting spells were an old problem. What she didn't know was whether she'd done anything embarrassing after arriving at the hospital.
"Was it you who broughthere last night?" Gwyneth turned to Hans for confirmation. He started to smile, but seeing Leonie's sharp gaze on him, he softened his expression and managed to look more composed.
Leonie rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, "Teacher's pet." Hans neither tried to hide the truth nor had he been told by Mr. Everhart to keep it quiet. He certainly wasn't about to claim the credit for himself.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"It was Mr. Everhart who brought you here." Of course.
Gwyneth could recall bits and pieces, especially late in the night. It felt as though she'd been transported back to childhood, with McNeil at her side, stroking her hair and soothing her to sleep.
But she knew that was impossible. If her father ever woke up again, it would be her greatest wish ctrue. Still, the sensation from last night was painfully real-so real it was as if someone had stayed by her side the entire night.
She could only guess, too afraid to ask for confirmation, worried that if it really was true, she'd never know how to face it.
"Gwyn? Gwyn!" Leonie's voice finally pulled her out of her reverie after calling her nseveral times.
"Huh? What did you just say?" She'd zoned out and missed everything Leonie had said.
"What are you thinking about? I've been talking to you forever and you haven't heard a word. Never mind, I'll let it go since you're the patient. Why don't you move back in with me? You scaredhalf to death." Gwyneth shook her head. Leonie meant well but had a big mouth, and Gwyneth didn't want to trouble her friends any more than necessary.
Thankfully, Leonie understood. She grumbled a bit more, but when Gwyneth didn't respond, she let the matter drop.
Hans took care of the discharge paperwork, then pulled the car around to the front entrance when he saw the two women coming out.
"Miss Everhart, shall I take you hfirst?" Hans's tone was polite but left little room for argument.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut Leonie, ever the contrarian, shot back, "Why takefirst? Gwyn's not feeling well-she should get hand rest before anyone else." Hans fought back a sigh. Every the dealt with Leonie, her sharp tonguedeft him speechless, and he never dared talk back-otherwise, she'd spend the rest of the drive glaring daggers at him.
He sometimes wondered what he'd done to offend Miss Everhart, but no matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn't cup with anything.
"Gwyn, let Hans take you hfirst. Weren't you in the middle of rehearsing for the play? If you're gone too long, it'll mess up your
schedule. I'll be fine, and besides, if your mom calls and finds out you're not home, she'll start worrying again." Only the mention of Mrs. Everhart could make Leonie back down a little.
Leonie fell in line, and Hans looked as if he'd dodged a bullet, wiping his brow in relief.
It was still early, so Leonie headed back to the club to continue rehearsals while Hans drove Gwyneth to the Hawthorne estate.
Once in her room, Gwyneth changed, took a long shower, and crawled under the covers, breathing in the scent of sunshine lingering in her sheets. Compared to the sterile smell of the hospital, the faint floral fragrance in her room was a balm for the soul.
She stared at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn't quiet.
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