Hanging up the phone and putting down the tablet that also showed the news of "Brian seriously ill, hospitalized", Joanne did not move for a long time.

She remembered the ambulance she saw in the morning, thinking of the doctor who rushed to the consultation...

At that time, Brian was so close to her, but she did not know, and she did not know that he was ill.

Like a person who had passed out and suddenly woke up, Joanne grabbed the coat on the bed and rushed out, but in the end, she stopped in front of the door of the apartment.

Brian was admitted to the hospital in the morning, and there had to be a lot of people heading to visit him at the moment.

What identity would she appear in? As an ex-wife who betrayed their marriage?

She could stand the disdainful look of others, but what if... Brian did not want to see her?

The destructive power of those contemptuous eyes was not as ruthless to her as Brian's.

Joanne returned to the living room, sitting on the sofa for a long while; finally, she remembered Wendy.

She correctly guessed that Wendy had already known about Brian's staying in the Eighth Hospital, and she clearly knew about his condition.

"How is he?!"

There was a fire burning in the bottom of her heart, and Joanne's voice sounded anxious.

"The stomach bleeding is more serious," Wendy said, "in addition, a few days ago, he injured his ribs in a car accident. But he delayed for too many days without taking medicine, plus the severe stomach bleeding... he needs to rest in bed for several days to recover."

The media did not know what had happened to Brian, and the report was thrilling. Joanne was scared into a cold sweat, but then understood that there were not many problems.

Joanne breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, she felt heartache.

The media released the news that Brian suddenly fell down to the floor at the company's regular meeting.

Even when Lambert Group was at the most dangerous and embarrassing time, he still worked continuously for fifteen or sixteen hours a day, exhausted every day. Still, in front of employees and shareholders, he always maintained a consistent appearance, clam and decisive, giving people a feeling that he could hold it even if the sky fell down.

How serious was it that time, and he allowed himself to fall down in front of so many people?

Into the hospital, could Gavin and the nurse take care of him? Would he not follow the doctor's advice for treatment?

"Cousin, you can rest assured that he is still cooperative with treatment," Wendy acted like she knew what Joanne was worried about, "Dr. Liu said, if he recovers well, he can be discharged from the hospital after three or four days, but..."

"But what?" Joanne asked.

"I heard from the nurse who was responsible for taking care of him that Gavin had the intention to transfer him to another hospital," Wendy said, "If he is indeed transferred, I can't find out news about him."

Joanne unconsciously grabbed the mobile phone and asked, "Why does he want to transfer?"

"Don't worry, it's not because of the illness; it's because there are too many people going to see him," Wendy said, "but in addition to the secretary assistant who sent the documents and the staff who go to report about work, he did not see anyone. Gavin said that it's too annoying to send them away one by one..."

Joanne felt that Wendy didn't finish her words, so she asked, "Is that the only reason?"

There is another saying among nurses- Wendy hesitated, They said... he doesn't like our hospital very much.

Before that, Joanne had never heard that Brian hated the Eighth Hospital.

He didn't like it at the moment, probably because he thought that she had given up the baby there.

Joanne put on a bitter smile and said, Wendy, thank you. If he is transferred, call me.

At the end, Joanne hung up the phone and sat on the sofa for a long while, not knowing how long it took to remember the documents.

That was not a small trouble, because... the documents were in the Prime Villas; she had to go back to get them.

However, it should be considered fortunate since Brian was hospitalized; as long as she went there after 8 pm, not to mention Brian, she might not see Simon and Martha.

At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, Chris made a phone call and said that he would go to play ball with friends after work. He might stay over at the clubhouse on the top of the mountain at night. He asked Joanne if she was okay by herself at home. If not, he would call a nanny to stay with her for one night.

On the second day after Iris made her visit, Chris invited a full-time nanny to take care of Joanne when he was not at home.

"I am not a three-year-old child, I will be fine," Joanne said, "just mind your own business, don't worry about me."

Because she needed to go back to the Prime Villas.

After dinner, it was just seven o'clock. Joanne was dressed and ready to go out. The nanny Aunt Nyla asked, "Miss Scott, where are you going? Does Mr. Scott know about it?"

"I just need to go to a place to get something," Joanne took the car key and said, "Aunt Nyla, you can get off work early today, there is nothing to do here anyway."

Aunt Nyla stared at the car key in Joanne's hand and said, "Where are you going? I can send you. Mr. Scott told me to not let you drive."

"I got my driver's license at the age of 19 and have been driving to the present," Joanne smiled, "besides I don't look like a pregnant woman. It's okay to drive."

Before Aunt Nyla said something, Joanne had already gone out.

An hour later, her car was parked in front of the Prime Villas. She was familiar with the bricks and grass inside the gate. With just a glance, she could evoke countless memories.

She once took Brian's hand into the door, and the garden was filled with flowers she liked. Brian had kissed her there...

She and Brian, starting there, also ended there...

After returning from the memory, Joanne suddenly noticed the coolness of her face; she reached out and touched the tears with one hand.

She blinked her eyes hard, trying to force the tears back and got off the car.

Going through the familiar garden and entering the door. There was no one but the light in the large living room.

Martha and Simon should have already gone to rest.

That was better because... she didn't know how to face them.

Joanne went to the upper floor skillfully and pushed the door of the master bedroom.

The lights were not turned on in the room, only the scattered lights in the garden came in from the window, so that the room would not be in complete darkness.

Joanne stood in the doorway, and the familiar smell came over and surrounded her, which also pushed her into the darkness. She suddenly lost the courage to turn on the lights...

Half of her and Brian's memories occurred in that room.

He hugged and kissed her there, made a promise to her there, but she did not give him the opportunity to make it come true.

That room carried half of her beautiful memories.

Therefore, she did not dare to turn on the lights, fearing that the lights would make the reality clear and bright, forcing her to face the fact that Brian was not there and she couldn't come back.

Joanne closed the door and groped to the sofa in the dark.

After retrieving the documents and finishing going over them, she had placed them in the compartment under the coffee table. As long as Brian did not throw away her things, they should still be there.

By the dim lights, Joanne quickly found the documents. After that, there was a slight noise from the bed.

There should be only her in the room, why were there any other movements?

Who came in?!

Joanne was so scared that her scalp felt numb, and the whole body couldn't move for a few seconds. Fortunately, her eyes had adapted to the darkness. Looking closely, there was a bump on the bed, which should have been flat.

She walked cautiously, and did not hear any movements, but the familiar smell became more and more intense...

A certain possibility came to her mind.

But how was it possible?

It had to be an illusion, Brian was in the hospital, how could he be at home?

Finally, she walked over to the bed, and the man lying in bed in the darkness clearly reflected into Joanne's eyes.

At that moment, her heart was squeezed by the force, and the dull pain spread slowly...

Joanne subconsciously covered her mouth, and she forced herself to not make any sound, even when breathing. She stared at the man on the bed greedily and didn't even dare to blink her eyes, fearing that it was just her illusion. If she blinked, Brian would disappear.

She slowly squatted down, and Brian in his sleep suddenly frowned. "Joanne..."

He called her like that for countless times.

But only that time, those two words were extremely heavy, which hit Joanne's heart in an instant. Her eyes felt warm, and the tears almost fell off.

He did such a heart-wrenching thing, why did he still remember her?

Joanne couldn't help but reach out and touch Brian's face.

The palm of her hand felt heat-Brian had a fever!

In an instant, reason was far from Joanne's brain. She couldn't take care of anything but felt the temperature on Brian's forehead and confirmed that he did have a fever.

Stomach bleeding, rib injury, and high fever, the situation was clearly not optimistic, why would he go home?

Joanne turned around and went downstairs to find a medicine cabinet.

The doctor had treated him for the stomach bleeding and the rib injury, but his high fever may have just started. If she didn't help him right away, it would be more serious the following day if the situation continued.

The medicine cabinet was still in the original place. Joanne quickly found it, rushed back to the room and turned on a bedside lamp.

At that time she saw that Brian's face was more stereoscopic than before and the outline was more distinct because of him losing weight.

He was not a strong person, so he looked extraordinarily tired after losing weight. Even if he closed his eyes and frowned. Joanne reached out but she couldn't appease it. She felt that her heart had been suddenly and sharply stabbed...

Brian seemed to notice something even in his sleep, and his eyelashes moved. Joanne hurriedly retracted her hand, and he slowly recovered his calmness.

After waiting for a while, Joanne took the cold towel on his forehead, put a fever-lifting stick on him, and took an electronic thermometer to measure his body temperature-39 degrees.

No wonder his lips were so dry.

After thinking about it, Joanne poured a cup of warm water and took a cotton swab to have him drink.

He usually didn't like other people to touch him. She could still feel the resentment when the cotton swab clicked on his lips, even if he had lost his consciousness. He frowned and turned his head. Joanne was afraid that he would wake up soon if she continued to do that.

But the fever was so serious and he had to drink some water.

After thinking about it, Joanne held some water in her mouth, holding his shoulders with her hands, pressed her lips on his, and slowly passed the water into his mouth.

Brian did not like other people to touch him, but for Joanne's touch, he didn't refuse; he didn't show any signs of rejection. He drank half a cup of water.

Joanne put down the cup and tucked him in. She suddenly heard the sound of the door being pushed open. Her back was suddenly stiff, and then she heard the familiar voice, "Joanne?"