Crises in Love novel Chapter 312

I glanced at the time, realizing it was getting late. The task at hand would have to wait until morning.

Hannah who had just finished cleaning up after dinner turned to me and asked, "Aaliyah, you're still up? Go get some sleep!"

I lifted my gaze to her, "Do you know where Jaylan went after his social engagement tonight?"

Without missing a beat, Hannah replied, "He went to a private clinic. It's quite reputable and under the management of Irving Bradlee. They specialize in complex cases."

"Irving Bradlee's?" I queried, a look of confusion crossing my face. "Why would he go there?"

"Aaliyah, have you forgotten? He's got some unpleasant health issues," Hannah reminded.

A lightbulb moment struck me, how could I have forgotten? He was no ordinary man, but a walking hazard. I'd been cautious about his physical contact, but that didn't mean he was safe.

"Do you mean, he's getting treatment there?" I asked, looking at Hannah, "This sneaky man, always disappearing. We have to be careful."

"Yes, he's been importing some sort of special medication from overseas. It's supposed to boost immune response and control cell infection," Hannah seemed very sure of this.

I was surprised, "How do you know all of this? No wonder he hasn't had any fever lately."

Hannah arched an eyebrow, a mischievous grin on her face, "Don't forget. Mr. Richardson has arranged this special care."

I was speechless, so even this detail was taken care of by Ronan?

Hannah seemed to read my thoughts, adding with a chuckle, "We have to ensure the safety of you and the children."

Her words warmed my heart, and I couldn't help but express my gratitude, "Indeed, without you all protecting us, I don't know how I'd handle this scumbag."

"The credit goes to Mr. Richardson. He's meticulous, down to the smallest detail," Hannah's face beamed with pride and satisfaction, a hint of gossip in her tone.

I didn't dare continue the conversation, even though it felt comforting. It was also a bit embarrassing. Seeing Hannah's suggestive expression, I felt at a loss for words.

I stood up and said to her, "Aren't you going to bed? Still here gossiping?"

Hannah gave me a playful smirk. I shot her a glance and headed upstairs.

As I walked, I thought about why I hadn't seen Ronan in two days. It seemed he only showed up when I was in trouble.

Just as I was pondering this, my phone rang. I picked it up and was surprised by the caller. Did Ronan have a sixth sense? I'd just finished complaining about him when he called.