Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 509

Neil and I wandered around the hospital, and we returned to the nurse's station when time rolled around for Serena's medication to be changed.

After a couple of hours of bustling around, we finally got her IV removed, and it was time for us to head home for some much-needed rest.

Neil drove me to Stella's place. I thanked him after I got out of the car with Serena. "I appreciate your help tonight."

"Please get some rest." Neil merely advised before driving off.

It was already after four in the morning. After settling Serena down to sleep, I went to remove my makeup and take a shower. Tonight had been incredibly exhausting, and I was asleep almost the moment my head hit the pillow. Thankfully, the nanny at Stella's house was fantastic, allowing me to sleep in without being disturbed by the kids.

Upon waking up, I noticed a lengthy text message from Neil, filled with advice on how to care for a child with diarrhea. I was a bit dazed, wondering if I was still dreaming.

My phone rang, jolting me from my confusion. The name "Russel" on the screen immediately sobered me up.

"Are you home yet?" Russel’s voice was icy as it came through the phone.

"Hmm, what happened?" I sat up, glancing around. My voice was slightly hoarse, likely due to last night's drinks.

"Nothing. Just got caught up with some urgent matters last night and couldn't see you and Stella home. I was a bit worried." Russel replied, then asked, "Are you at Stella's place?"

I didn't deny it, "Hmm, what's up?"

"Please come out. I'm waiting for you at the front." Russel hung up before I could reply. I was taken aback. How did he know Stella was living here? And how come he was already waiting for me at the door?

I quickly freshened up and dressed. Stella was in the living room playing with the children on a mat. "Rena, are you hungry? Lunch will be ready soon!" She asked when she saw me.

"I'll just step out for a bit. Be right back." I replied hastily not wanting Stella to know Russel was waiting outside.

The day was overcast, not a hint of sunlight could be seen. Russel was leaning against the wall and waiting for me.

I wasn't sure why Russel was here, but I felt an inexplicable pressure, making each step towards him feel heavier than the last.

Upon seeing me, his stern expression softened a bit. But his brow was still furrowed, hinting at his underlying discontent.

"When did you get home last night?" Russel seemed particularly concerned about my departure from the bar last night, his tone unusually stern.

"Four in the morning," I replied.

"Four in the morning?" Russel's face darkened at my answer, a clear sign of anger flashing in his eyes.

I nodded, intending to explain, but Russel cut me off, "Why so late? Were you with Neil?"

I indeed was with Neil, but there was a reason for it.

"Russel, please, let's not talk about this. I know you've stopped fighting with Whitmore Co. I appreciate that." I avoided his question and deflected the subject.