"Is there something wrong with his stomach?" Cornelia asked worriedly.
This wasn't mentioned in the training course for the president's special assistant, otherwise, she wouldn't have let Marcus eat that greasy barbecue last night.
Dr. Dawson said, "You probably don't know how busy he was when he took over the Hartley Group. He was working day and night for a few years, with irregular sleep and diet, and his stomach issues were quite serious. Just around this time last year, he was busy with the branch office stuff, his stomach started bleeding, but he insisted on working."
What people saw of Marcus was the shining overlord in the business world, with vigorous actions and decisive means. However, very few people knew how much effort he put in to get where he is today.
During the campaign for the president's special assistant, Cornelia looked up a lot of information about Marcus and even naively thought she knew everything about him.
However, the longer she followed him, the more she felt that she didn't really know him, just like everyone else, and had no idea what he had gone through over the years.
"It was all my fault last night. I took him to eat barbecue." Cornelia felt extremely guilty. "Dr. Dawson, since he doesn't want to see a doctor, I have to bother you to come and take a look."
"He didn't let me and Ayden go to the Capital with him this time." Dr. Dawson paused and continued, "He's an adult, and what he eats is his own decision. It's not your fault. If possible, please give him some porridge and let him eat that for the next couple of days."
"Alright." Cornelia agreed and wanted to hang up, but Dr. Dawson stopped her. "Cornelia, Marc has a strong personality and never lets others see his vulnerable side. His actual condition may be worse than what we see. You need to take good care of him these days, his stomach can't take any more stress."
"Dr. Dawson, rest assured, I'll take care of him." Cornelia went to the kitchen, checked the fridge, and found the ingredients she needed.
She quickly prepared the ingredients, as making porridge takes some time. She couldn't help but go upstairs to check on Marcus again.
He was still lying on the living room sofa, with one hand on his stomach. He already fell asleep, but his eyebrows furrowed.
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