Chapter 223
Kingsley only stayed in the hospital for two days before insisting on being discharged.
Ethan, annoyed, snapped, “Keep pushing it! When you have a stroke or burst a blood vessel and watch your son call someone else ‘Daddy,’ see if you don’t regret it p>
The words were like a thorn stabbing into Kingsley’s heart. His movement to button his cuff paused abruptly, and he shot a cold glance backward. “What are you here for? To make me miserable p>
Ethan looked at the stubborn Kingsley and felt a bellyful of anger with nowhere to vent. “What use are my medical skills if the patient won’t cooperate p>
Kingsley didn’t reply. Instead, he undid the cuff he had just fastened and simply rolled his shirt sleeves up to his forearms, revealing his sharp, defined wrists. “I know my own body p>
“You know nothing!” Ethan laughed in exasperation. “Xavier, if he faints again, don’t help him! Let him have that stroke so he has to mumble for the rest of his life. Maybe then he’ll finally calm down p>
Ethan felt this money was too hard to earn—not only was the patient uncooperative, but Ethan constantly felt like he was seconds away from being beaten up by Kingsley.
Kingsley ignored his complaints and dropped a faint sentence: “You stay in the ward p>
“You, the patient, aren’t staying in the ward, so why should I p>
Ethan chased after him unconvinced, draping an arm around Kingsley’s shoulder, his tone softening. “I want to go out to sea too, and check out my nephew while I’m at it p>
He turned to instruct Xavier, “Xavier, please bring my medical kit, just in case p>
“Yes, sir,” Xavier responded, but his gaze lingered on Kingsley. The man was still wearing a white dress shirt and black trousers—he didn’t look dressed for a boat trip at all.
Hesitating, he reminded him softly, “Mr. Sherwood, would you like to change clothes p>
Kingsley didn’t look back. “No need p>
As he spoke, he untucked his shirt from his trousers. The formal silhouette instantly gained a sense of relaxed ease, diluting the business vibe.
The three men walked out of the hospital one after another.
Meanwhile, at the hotel.
The doorbell rang. Seven, dressed in a white tracksuit, bounced to the door and looked up at his nanny. “Bess, check if it’s Mr. Jules p>
The nanny smiled, walked to the door, looked through the peephole, and turned back. “It is Mr. Jules. Open the door p>
Seven stood on his tiptoes, struggled to pull the door open, and shouted crisply, “Good morning, Jules p>
Jules bent down and picked him up, his voice softening. “Good morning, Seven p>
The little guy leaned into his neck, sniffed hard with his little nose, his eyes sparkling. “Mr. Jules, are you wearing perfume? You smeltrice, just like Mommy
Jules was amused. “You smell nice too. Like sweet milk p>
Seven giggled.
At that moment, Lucy walked out of the room, ready to go. She wore a floral dress, her long hair loosely braided over one shoulder, carrying a bag. She looked fresh and gentle.
Seeing her, Seven’s expression immediately became exaggerated. He shouted in a childish, sweet voice, “Mom, you look so beautiful p>
Lucy smiled. “Thank you, baby p>
Ever since Seven started speaking clearly, he’s been showering his mom with compliments every day.
He’s sweet, thoughtful, and never
fails to make her heart melt.
Jules watched this scene and teased Lucy, “I finally understand why you don’t want
to date—because you already have a super qualified ‘little suitor p>
“Little suitor p>
Seven blinked his big eyes, his small mouth slightly open, and asked curiously,