DreameNovelChapter 694 Hendrix arrived in the hospital in no tat all. But the moment he spotted Dylan at the emergency room doors, his expression darkened.
Marla was sitting there as well, gripping Dylan's hand as if she depended on him completely. As upset as he was, Hendrix pushed his emotions down and walked over upon seeing that.
"Hello, Mr. Freeman," Dylan greeted him quickly.
Hendrix ignored him and asked Marla, "How's Mr. Swift doing?" "The doctors are still trying to save him," Marla replied weakly. "It's all my fault for being so careless. He hasn't been looking well these past few days, and this morning he toldhis chest was hurting.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I thought we could just bring it up with the doctor during this physical at the end of the month, but I never expected that he would..." Marla's voice trailed off.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Swift. I'm sure Mr. Swift will be fine," Dylan said before Hendrix could respond.
Marla nodded repeatedly, then looked up at Dylan. "Thank you so much. If you hadn't cto visit us today, I wouldn't have known what to do." "It's the least I can do. Seline and I were good friends, so it's only right that I take care of you in her place," Dylan said in a gentlemanly manner, his voice deep.
Hendrix stood nearby watching and couldn't help but frown slightly.
Just then, the door to the emergency room opened. Everyone immediately stepped forward.
"Don't worry. The patient is out of danger," the doctor said.
Hearing this, Marla immediately let out a breath of relief. As the tension left her body, her legs went weak. Thankfully, Dylan noticed in tand quickly reached out to steady her.
"Since Mr. Swift is stable now, I'll have someone take you home," Hendrix said. "At the stime, I'll arrange for the best professionals to take care of Mr. Swift's recovery." "No, I want to stay here," Marla replied without hesitation.
Hendrix frowned, about to say something. But Dylan interjected, "Mrs. Swift, you should head hfor now. You know Mr. Swift worries about you the most. He's still unconscious, and it'll be hours before he wakes up. You staying here won't change anything.
"And if you exhaust yourself, you won't be in good shape when he finally wakes up. That wouldn't do anyone any good, would it? So, why don't you go hfirst? I'll stay here and keep an eye on things for you. If anything happens, I'll let you know right away. How does that sound?" Marla quickly relented at Dylan's words. She nodded, then looked at Dylan and thanked him.
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Dylan simply smiled and said, "That's what I'm here for. Now then, letarrange for someone to take you home." As he spoke, he helped Marla into the elevator.
Hendrix remained standing where he was, feeling both angry and amused.
To be honest, there was no need for him to ctonight. But he knew that Seline's death was a wound that healedas had never fully healed for Noelle. She E might have accepted it on the surface, but anything related to the Swift family was still a hurdle she couldn't quite overcome.
If something were to happen to Marla and Marshall now, Noelle would be consumed by guilt. So the end, Hendrix dame. What he hadn't expected was to see Dylan here-let alone how close he seemed to be with the Swift family. What was Dylan trying to do? Was he using them as leverage against Noelle? Against Hendrix? Hendrix didn't have an answer. He just stood there until Dylan returned after seeing Marla off.
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