Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 1683

Hearing that, Terry rolled up his sleeves high in cooperation to look at his watch. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

He replied respectfully, "It's 20:05!"

Ever since it was after work hours, Wilson would ask him to check the time almost every half an hour.

It could be seen that he was looking forward to his appointment with Tina.

Terry had been with Wilson for so many years, so he knew that his boss had always been resolute and had a strong sense of time.

He was afraid that no one other than Tina would be able to make him wait for such a long time.

Terry took the initiative to say, "Miss Hall has to go home first after work. It takes time to cook nice porridge. The longer she cooks the rice, the better it tastes!"

"Mmm." Wilson replied lazily.

His eyes behind the glasses fell on the childish but warm picture on the desk: there were two adults and one child, standing hand in hand.

His lips curled.

Soon after, he still looked at the door and then asked Terry about his time.

When it was almost ten o'clock, he couldn't wait any longer and closed the documents in his hands.

Then he stood up and ordered, "Terry, get the car!"

Terry knew that he couldn't wait any longer.

He nodded hurriedly and quickly went downstairs to drive the car over.

When starting the engine, Wilson behind him curled his lips and said, "Drive faster!" "Yes!" Terry suppressed his laughter.

The black Rolls-Royce quickly slipped into the darkness.

Meanwhile, Tina was in the hospital.

Her whole body was leaning against the transparent glass of ICU. It would make her feel better if she was the one lying in it.

She looked weak as if all her strength had been drained away, her eyes bloodshot and lifeless.

At this moment, she had calmed down a lot, but she still wanted to cry.

The corners of her eyes were always wet with tears.

Dylan walked to her with a bag and took out a lunch box from it. He tried to persuade her,

"Tina, eat something. You won't be able to deal with the situation if you don't eat!"

This was the third time he had brought food to her.

Tina didn't even look at it. "I'm not hungry!"

Her voice sounded rough and unclear.

Dylan sighed helplessly and had to say, "I've asked the doctor. Isla will stay in a coma tonight and may wake up tomorrow. Nurses are watching her closely 24-hour a day. We'd better go out to take a walk. You should relax a little!"

He was afraid that she would fall ill easily if lost in sadness.

Dylan wanted her to relax a little bit, so he reached out and held her shoulder, pulling her away from the ICU's glass wall.

With ease, he dragged Tina away - she had no strength left at all.

He took her to the bench in the park downstairs. At this time, almost all the patients walking here had gone back to their wards.

The street lights shone on the old lush trees, and the small garden was laid out with flower beds on both sides. Flowers there were in full bloom at night. Under the starlight coming above from the sky, each petal looked particularly delicate.

However, Tina was not in a mood to

appreciate the beautiful scene.

From the moment Isla entered the ICU, her world had gone black.

Dylan felt sorry for her.

In just a few hours, her usually radiant face turned ashy.

Isla was her life.

Dylan passed her a cup of hot milk tea. "You didn't eat anything from this afternoon to evening, neither did you drink a drop of water. If you go on like this, your body will not be able to bear it! If you fall ill, what about Isla?"

Tina looked up when she heard the question.

She reached out to take the milk tea.

But just after forcing herself to take two small sips, she put it down, her mouth full of bitterness.

Dylan said, "Don't worry. Heaven protects the good. I'm sure Isla will be fine! Fortune also favors such an adorable girl. She won't leave you!"

Tina muttered, "Won't she?"

As soon as she mentioned this, tears blurred her vision again.

Although she knew he said all of this just to comfort her, she still hoped to hear something positive.

"Yes, I believe it, so should you!" Dylan nodded heavily.

He made a decision in his heart.

He was going to help her and try his best to do something for Isla s recovery.

Since he intended to take care of Tina and her daughter, he had scanned through much information about leukemia.

Although it was a deadly disease, it was no longer an incurable disease with the development of medical treatment. It could be cured by hematopoietic stem cell transplant, which was known as bone marrow transplantation.

It was just that Isla was too young and had a special blood type, making it very difficult to find a suitable match for the transplant.

Dylan knew very well that living-related bone marrow transplantation had a high success rate.

Therefore, he decided to privately investigate what happened five years ago and find Isla s biological father. In this way, there would be a great chance for her to recover.

However, Dylan wasn't going to tell Tina about this. It was his mother who had done such a terrible thing to her. Dylan knew that night was like a nightmare for her. Now she was broken down, and he didn't want to mention this matter to her.

Dylan stared at her deeply and said seriously, "Tina, I'll be with you all the time. If you need anything, just tell me. I'll do my best to help you. We can definitely make Isla recover!"

Tina could only mutter in her hoarse voice, "Thank you..."

She looked up at the night sky, and the rays from the stars stung her eyes.

Slowly closing her eyes, Tina could only pray for her daughter.

The night wind blew, leaves rustling.

Dylan touched the milk tea. Though the cup was nearly full, it was cold.

He sighed again. "Tina, you have to cheer n

up...

When Dylan turned his head to look at her, he found that she was so tired that she sat there and fell asleep.

Isla s sudden illness had a huge impact on Tina's body and mind. Neither eating nor drinking anything, she stayed outside the ICU for a long time, shedding tears.

After experiencing great misery and sorrow, she couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep finally.

Dylan, looking at her attentively, was distressed greatly about her sufferings.

He couldn't bear to wake her up, so he reached out, carefully put her head on his shoulder, and hugged her gently.

At this time, a black Rolls-Royce was quietly driving into the hospital.

Terry stopped the car before Tina's flat, only to find no light in her apartment - she was not there.

Wilson called, but her phone was turned off.

Tina would go to the hospital every day to accompany Isla. Thus, he supposed that she would first go to coax her daughter in the hospital to sleep and then go to see him in the Chin's Group, well, just like what she used to do every weekend.

Wilson asked Terry to drive to the hospital.

After the car stopped, they got out of the car.

Wilson, one hand in his pocket, strode ahead.

When he was halfway there, he stopped abruptly.

Terry followed Wilson closely and almost bumped into him when his boss stopped unexpectedly.

An inexplicable chill invaded him.

Terry shivered and raised his head in confusion.

Following Wilson's eyes, he saw a couple sitting close to each other on a bench, so close to each other.