Jack wanted to beg off from Henry's invitation but ended up saying yes. As a concession, he asked for dinner to be at Henry's home instead of at a restaurant.
At that moment, Lea was handing pieces of a jigsaw puzzle to Rita. When she heard, she raised her head to look at Henry, who was sitting on the sofa, and asked in confusion, "Weren't you planning to have dinner at a restaurant or a club? Why are you having dinner here? You know that I can't let you drink at home."
Henry put down the remote control, raised an eyebrow teasingly, and answered with a smile, "I haven't touched a drop of alcohol since the last time. Why can't you recognize that I have changed?"
"Changed?"
Lea couldn't stop laughter from escaping her lips. Rita raised her head, opened her eyes wide, and looked at her mother curiously, probably wondering what was wrong with her.
She rubbed Rita's head and said, "Looks like you now have a deep understanding of how undesirable your past behavior was."
"Thanks to my wife's guidance," Henry promptly replied with a serious nod. "So you do have a conscience, after all," she countered teasingly.
The doorbell rang while they were exchanging humorous banter. When Henry opened the door and saw Jack standing outside, he looked behind him and asked with a frown, "Where is Rachel? Didn't she come with you?"
Since the dinner venue had changed, Henry also invited Rachel over the phone.
It was strange of her not to make an appearance.
Lea added, "Is she on night duty today?"
Jack's eyes darkened. Before he came to the hospital, the director told him that Rachel had asked for a two-day leave.
Based on her words, Jack could tell that Lea seemed to be unaware of what was going on with Rachel in the last two days.
"In that case, let's have dinner now." Henry placed his hand on Jack's shoulder. "Thank you for helping me with the project last time.
If not for you, I never would have gotten it even if drank myself under the table."
He was talking a lot, but Jack didn't respond. He stared at Lea, who was cleaning up the toys for Rita.
Henry took a look at him and said, "I'll go change Rita's clothes. If you need anything, you can ask Lea."
Meanwhile, Rachel finally found Andy billeted in a shabby hostel. Her worry and uneasiness in the past few days surged into her heart and flowed into her eyes, which were blood-shot. "Andy, how can you leave like this? Do you know how worried Bill is?"
"I know. That's exactly why I left. I don't want to become a burden to him." Tears streamed out in rivulets down Andy's cheeks. He wiped his eyes and begged, "Rachel, please don't tell Bill that I'm here. Just pretend that you didn't find me, okay?"
"Andy!"
A voice suddenly spoke up. "You have never been a burden to me, and you never will be." Bill walked in quickly and hugged Andy tightly. "You have been taking care of me since I was a child. How can you be a burden?
If you don't give me a chance to take care of you, how can I rest assured? How can I live a good life?" Tears welled up in Bill's eyes. Before Andy could say anything, he winked at the stunned owner of the hostel. "Please help him pack up his things."
Hearing that, Rachel patted on Bill's arm and said, "I'll go upstairs with the owner."
She left Bill and Andy and went upstairs to help pack up his things. The owner said that Andy did not have a lot of stuff, just three sets of clothes for changing and some medicine for high blood pressure and Alzheimer's disease. Rachel packed them into a bag and headed downstairs, where she heard soft conversation between the two men. She sat down on a wicker chair in the room.
She didn't know how Bill found his way to this place, but it was not difficult to guess that he must have been looking for Andy, which was what she had been doing for the last two days.
She thought, 'I was able to find him here, so it's not impossible for Bill to find him, too.'
Finally, she had time to check her mobile phone. She saw five missed calls from Jack, but she had just learned of Andy's whereabouts that she didn't hear the calls.
She returned Jack's call and said, "I've been really busy until just now, so I missed your calls. What's up?"
Jack replied, "I am having dinner at Henry's house tonight. I called you earlier so I could pick you up."
"Oh, I still have things to do here. I really can't go."
Jack's expression darkened upon hearing her response. Much as he wanted to, he didn't ask Rachel what was taking up her time in the end because he knew that she wouldn't answer even if he did. After hanging up the phone, Jack shot Lea a loaded look and said in a low voice, "I asked her, but she didn't tell me. Maybe she would tell you if you asked her. I'm not suspecting her of anything, I just want to know what's making her so busy these days."
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