Everleigh walked back to her office with great disappointment in her heart.
It would be wonderful if Xavier had really woken up, but unfortunately, it was just false hope.
Theodore heard about it too when he went over, but when he looked at Xavier lying on the bed, he felt a sense of loss.
In the evening, he brought Everleigh out for dinner. It had been a long time since they last had a good meal together.
"You should eat more, you've been working very hard lately," he said.
"Alright." She ate a lot, but the more she ate, the more she felt choked.
She finally realized that she would lose her appetite when something was bothering her.
"Are you facing some problems?" He asked.
"What about you? Are you facing any problems?" She asked him back.
Her troubles had always been never-ending.
Both the Jenkins family and the Godfrey family were troubling her badly.
Theodore didn't answer her question. It wasn't that he didn't want to say anything, but he just didn't know how to say it.
Wilson was in control of Godfrey Group, and many things had been happening. It seemed that he wanted to take full control of everything and push Xavier out of the picture.
The two of them suddenly fell silent. That meal had become a depressing one for the both of them. After the meal, he sent Everleigh back home. When she arrived at the door, he suddenly called out, "Everleigh."
"Yes?"
"Nothing. Rest well." His eyes flashed, and he only spat out the sentence after a long while.
She nodded, turned around and walked in.
The truth was, the both of them knew that everything that had been happening recently was extremely tough and stressful, causing them to be on the verge of breaking down.
They had a lot of things to tell each other, but they didn't know where to start.
Everleigh washed up and laid on her bed to rest. She took out her phone and hesitated on whether or not she should call Saniago.
However, what could she say to him if she decided to make the call? She pondered.
After thinking about it for a while, she gave up on the idea.
She didn't have the courage to do it yet.
The next day, she went to the hospital to work as usual. At the hospital, Christopher seemed to have been waiting for her. He walked quickly towards her as soon as he saw her.
"Great, you're finally here. You'll have to go home with me at noon. I'll let someone pick Alastair and Adrienne up," he said.
Everleigh was confused. "Why are we going over to your place?"
"Ysabelle is back, shouldn't you go and meet her?" He shrugged helplessly. He had a bad feeling that his hard-pressed life was coming back again.
She was startled. Ysabelle had returned?
Was she back for something else?
Of course, she had no choice but to go. She was still considered the daughter-in-law of the Meyer family, so she would have to show up to such occasions.
Christopher mentioned that Ysabelle had prepared gifts for Alastair and Adrienne, and they must accept it.
"I appreciate her kindness, but I don't think we can accept it. Your sister's gifts are way too expensive." She felt that she had done nothing to deserve it. Those items were supposed to be given to the daughter-in-law of the Meyer family. She was no longer one, so she simply couldn't accept them.
"You don't have to say that; you're still my wife after all. It's only normal for her to give gifts to her niece and nephew," he responded indifferently.
Everleigh opened her mouth and wanted to argue, but he didn't want to entertain her thoughts. "Just listen to me. Besides, I like the two kids too."
He looked unhappy. If she continued to refuse it, he would really get angry.
She didn't dare to go on, so she had no choice but to agree.
At that same moment, Alexander and his assistant were waiting at the airport. He had previously received the news that Annie would be back to settle some business, and would stay at the Jenkins family's home for a few days.
When Annie got off the plane, she immediately saw Alexander waiting for her. Her sexy red lips curled up slightly as she strode over.
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