After being in the hospital for three days, I couldn't stay any longer. So, I called Hendrix to ask him to pick me up. However, the phone rang for a long time, and he didn't answer the call.
When I called again, the phone was already turned off.
That left me no other option but to ask Heather to apply for discharge. Also, we would need to take a taxi back home.
"Mrs. Roberts, although you're free to go home now, you still need to be careful. We wouldn't want anything to happen to you right now. I think you'd better stay home and rest more for these few days."
Heather continued while she began to pack my belongings, "You're only weeks from your due date, and your pregnant belly is getting bigger day by day. If it weren't for the fact that you don't like staying in the hospital, I think you're much safer in the hospital than anywhere else!"
I listened quietly to her nagging, worried about why Hendrix didn't answer the phone. Perhaps he was too busy. It wasn't easy for the Roberts Group to gain a firm foothold in Jarold City.
He had been going out early and returning late since we had arrived at Jarold City. But I had no idea what was going on with the business, and I wouldn't be able to help anyway.
After Heather was done packing the belongings, she asked the bodyguard to carry them all to the car. Then, she held me and continued, "You must remember to take medicine even after we went home. Oh, I'll remind you in case you forgot about it."
I nodded. While we were waiting for the elevator, Heather's cell phone rang and she answered the phone. I was almost grateful for the call to give me some silence.
The elevator doors opened, and it was packed with people inside. Heather was still on the phone when she saw that I was about to enter, tugging at my arm, she said, "Mrs. Roberts, let's wait for the next one. It's too crowded!"
I glimpsed into the elevator. Indeed, there were a lot of people. So, I put my foot down and continued waiting.
Fortunately, we didn't need to wait for too long before the next elevator arrived. Heather had already hung up the call by then. She came to support me and said, "Mr. Roberts said that you shouldn't rush to go home for the time being. It's better to stay in the hospital for a few more days."
I shook my head. I really didn't want to stay in the hospital any longer. However, there was a more pressing question at hand. "Did he call you just now?"
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