Through the glass partition of the ICU, Rachel gazed at the man lying on the sick bed.
He seemed especially unfamiliar with all the tubes sticking out of his body. In Rachel’s memories, Justin had always been tall and strong with little emotion on his face. He seemed to be greatly distanced from people, and others also dared not approach him casually.
No matter what happened, he seemed to solve every problem with ease. Even after leaving Burton Group, as long as he wished to, he could still retrieve everything that belonged to him with ease.
But now, he lay there, so weak that he could only depend on machines for survival.
“Rae.”
A thick, male voice sounded from behind her.
Rachel wiped the corners of her eyes, then turned around to see that it was Lionel. In an instant, she was overwhelmed.
It had been about a week since she regained consciousness, and everyone had come over to visit her. Even Hernandez, who couldn’t come to Riverdale for the time being, gave her a video call and kept reminding her to take care of herself. However, she never once saw Lionel.
Rachel heard from Gloria that she had bumped into Lionel at the hospital, but since there were too many people in the ward, he just stood outside and took a glance before leaving. He never even went in and talked to the rest.
“He will wake up.” Lionel’s voice brought Rachel back to reality. “Don’t get too upset—this is not yet the time for sorrow.”
Rachel returned to her senses. “I know.”
“You just recovered, so take good care of yourself. You don’t want to collapse after he wakes up, after all.”
“Okay. I’ll stick around for a bit before leaving.”
“Good. By the way, Regina got someone to make you some soup. She insisted on delivering this to you. I was worried that she might disturb your rest, so I agreed to deliver this in her stead. I’ll put it in your ward, so remember to have some.”
Seeing Lionel treat her so cautiously, Rachel couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Dad.”
He froze, and it seemed as if he couldn’t believe his ears.
“What did you call me?”
“Dad, please take me back to the ward. I’m feeling a little tired.”
Rachel’s expression was gentle, and she was no longer the ferocious person she had been toward him as tears glistened in her eyes.
Lionel finally came to his senses. He was more than fifty years old now, but he could barely control his emotions as he choked on them. “Okay, I’ll take you back to the ward.”
When they returned, Lionel opened the container of soup and fed Rachel in spoonfuls.
“I can do it myself.”
“It’s okay, I’ll do it.”
Lionel’s eyes were red. “Rae, I’m so sorry. You had to experience those sufferings you didn’t deserve because of me.”
Rachel shook her head. “It’s not your fault. Someone wants to hurt us. Even if we survive the fire, they still have other tricks up their sleeves.”
“I’ve already asked someone to investigate this. I want to see which scoundrel actually dared to harm my daughter.”
When he came to the part where he got too worked up, he began to cough.
She immediately straightened up and took the bowl of soup from him, setting it aside. “Dad, are you alright?”
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he said while coughing.
“You should be resting well.”
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