That Night My Boss Left Me With Our Three Babies

Coming out of the stairwell, Emma’s expression suddenly changed. She walked into the bathroom and gently bumped her plastered arm against the wall, her face immediately contorting in pain.

Glancing at the time, she realized it was almost time for Lily’s daily visit. Emma hurriedly climbed the stairs back to her ward.

Her arm was already in severe pain, and after climbing six or seven flights of stairs, her forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat by the time she returned to the ward.

Victor was waiting in the ward. Seeing that she hadn’t returned for a while, he was about to call her when he heard movement at the door.

“Victor, you’re back,” Emma said, her voice tinged with melancholy.

Victor nodded noncommittally. “Where did you go?”

Earlier, after watching Olivia leave with the children, he had gone to orthopedics to find Emma but didn’t see her. When he returned to the ward, she was still nowhere to be found.

Emma forced a smile. “I came out of orthopedics and thought you might still be in pediatrics, so I went to check. But I didn’t see you there, so I asked the doctor about Miss Prescott’s child’s illness to see if there was anything I could help with.”

Hearing this, Victor didn’t think much of it and replied calmly, “If she needs help, she’ll ask.”

Though he said this, Victor knew that Olivia wouldn’t easily ask for help unless absolutely necessary.

Emma nodded and lay back on the bed. “I was just being nosy. The doctor said the child’s illness isn’t serious.”

As they were talking, there was a knock at the ward door.

Lily walked in and sat down by Emma’s bed, concerned. “How are you feeling today? Is your arm still hurting? Has Victor been taking good care of you?”

Emma glanced timidly at Victor and smiled. “Victor has been taking great care of me. Thank you for your concern. You must be tired from coming back and forth between the hospital and home every day. My injury isn’t that serious anymore, you don’t need to tire yourself out.”

Lily looked disapproving. “That’s not acceptable. I need to make sure you get better.”

Emma smiled gratefully.

Lily gently touched the plaster on Emma’s arm. “It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. You’ve been lying in bed all this time, it must be boring. It’s good that I can come and chat with you.”

She then noticed the sweat on Emma’s forehead and became worried. “Why are you sweating so much? Haven’t you been lying in bed? Is your arm hurting again?”

Feeling guilty, Emma shifted slightly to move her arm out of Lily’s sight and explained softly, “I was just feeling a bit stuffy lying down, so I climbed the stairs.”

Hearing this, a look of suspicion flashed in Lily’s eyes as she glanced at Victor.

Victor frowned slightly, unaware that Emma had climbed the stairs.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

However, her explanation seemed plausible.

“Victor didn’t accompany you?” Lily asked next.

At this, Emma instinctively glanced at Victor standing by the bed, her eyes flickering as if trying to find an excuse for him.

Lily noticed her hesitation and turned to Victor, frowning. “Where were you when Emma was climbing the stairs?”

Victor frowned but remained silent.

If he mentioned Olivia, Lily would probably go and cause trouble for her.