Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Drunken Ramblings
Warren Prescott looked deeply at Assistant Lowell, his expression obscure and unreadable.
After a while, he finally spoke, "Go buy some porridge, and get a thermos to keep it warm. She might not wake up anytime soon."
"Yes!" Assistant Lowell knew that Warren wouldn’t take out his anger on him.
He stood upright, making one wonder if he might salute at any moment.
"Mr. Prescott Jr.... thank you. And, I’m sorry."
"What’s with the pointless words? Go quickly."
"Yes!" Assistant Lowell turned around swiftly.
Once the ward door closed, Warren’s gaze slowly returned.
He wasn’t biased towards Assistant Lowell, it was just that his response was very much to Warren’s satisfaction.
If Mark had said to spare the Hayes Family or to thoroughly punish them, he would not keep him around.
The former is a sense of ambiguity between right and wrong; the latter is cold and ruthless.
Neither type of person is whom Warren would want as an assistant.
But as it turns out, Assistant Lowell can distinguish right from wrong, and is neither cold-hearted nor driven solely by profit.
A little while later, a nurse came in to check Ashley Shaw’s temperature.
Her temperature was slightly elevated, but not yet at the level of a fever.
The nurse put away the thermometer and said to Warren, "The patient definitely won’t be discharged today, you’d better bring some clothes and toiletries for her."
"Alright, thank you."
Warren exuded an aura that warned others to keep their distance, even when expressing gratitude, making him seem difficult to approach.
Yet the young nurse blushed.
She was fortunate to have been assigned to a ward with such a handsome patient’s relative.
The nurse shyly said, "Ring the bell anytime if you need me," leaving reluctantly.
However, despite her shyness, she didn’t let her imagination run wild, because the girl in the bed was too pretty, like a delicate porcelain doll.
Only a girl like her could match with such a handsome guy.
She thought it was enough for ordinary people like herself to just look.
Warren hardly noticed the nurse’s expression and her flushed face. To him, she was no different from a robot or an NPC in a game.
She was just a person to him.
All his attention was focused on Ashley Shaw.
Under the soft light of the ward, Ashley lay there quietly.
Her complexion was the fairest he had ever seen, though she had tanned a bit from delivering takeout, which added a touch of healthy glow.
But her skin remained very delicate, almost revealing the veins underneath.
Her long lashes were like two small fans, casting a faint shadow, adding depth to her already lovely face.
Only her lips looked very pale, her brows slightly furrowed, as if her fragile beauty did not belong to this world, ready to turn into a butterfly and fly away at any moment.
Warren seemed enchanted, unable to resist reaching out to smooth the creases between her brows.
But just as his fingers were about to touch Ashley’s brow, her eyelashes fluttered slightly.
He retracted his hand quickly, as if caught in the act.
It turned out Ashley only moved because she was uncomfortable lying flat, turning to her side instead of waking up.
He let out a sigh of relief, then found himself chuckling at his own nervousness.
He had experienced many significant moments, yet Ashley’s small movement had startled him greatly.
If anyone found out, they’d likely laugh their heads off.
After that, when Ashley didn’t move again, Warren dared not reach out.
Right at that moment, Ashley’s phone rang.
He hesitated for a moment, but still opened the small bag on Ashley’s bedside table and took out her phone.
The caller ID read "Yara".
Warren paused, then realized "Yara" must be her friend, Ariana Grant.
Warren couldn’t help but chuckle.
Their relationship must be really strong, he was a bit curious about what name Ashley had listed him under.
The phone kept ringing, and seeing Ashley hadn’t stirred awake, Warren thought of the nurse’s advice and finally answered the call.
"Ashley, why did you take so long to answer?"
As expected, it was Ariana’s voice.
Warren cleared his throat, pressed the phone to his ear and said, "It’s me, Warren."
The voice on the other end fell suddenly silent.
Warren knew she was shocked, and to avoid misunderstandings, he quickly explained, "Ashley is in the hospital now. She drank a lot and hasn’t woken up yet. I’m staying with her."
"Hospital?!"
Ariana’s voice instantly rose, "Which hospital? Which ward? I’m coming over right away!"
"Please don’t be anxious, bring a change of clothes for her, and if there are any toiletries she likes, you can bring them too, although I can also buy some here at the hospital."
"Okay, okay! Is she badly off? How much did she drink?"
There was the sound of rummaging from Ariana’s side, her voice already tinged with tears.
Not wanting to scare her, Warren said, "It’s not serious, and she didn’t drink much. It’s just that she’s not a good drinker. By the time you get here, she might have woken up."
"That’s good to hear..." Ariana’s voice relaxed significantly, "Oh, you haven’t told me which hospital it is yet."
"I’ll have someone pick you up."
"That’s... very kind of you." Her outdated residential area made getting a cab at this time difficult, so she didn’t decline.
"It’s no trouble at all. Will ten minutes be enough for you to get ready?"
"It’s enough."
"Great, head downstairs in ten minutes. My person will be waiting for you at your building’s entrance."
"Okay, thank you!"
Warren ended the call and then called Mrs. Chase.
He had previously introduced a house to Ariana in the neighborhood, and she had now purchased and moved in.
Since it’s an old house, just a slight renovation was needed for immediate occupancy without worrying about formaldehyde.
Mrs. Chase, after listening to Warren, immediately agreed to help.
"I’ll have my son wait at her building entrance."
"Yes, and don’t tell Grandpa about this."
"Understood, young master."
Hanging up, Warren exhaled lightly, feeling a bit remorseful for insisting Ashley join him for drinks.
Knowing her circumstances well...
But he just couldn’t help himself.
He simply couldn’t let Ashley so easily draw a line between them.
Had he known this would happen, he wouldn’t have done it.
At that moment, Ashley moved again on the bed, clutching the hand he had rested on the edge of the bed.
Warren was startled, quickly raising his eyes to look at her.
He saw Ashley, eyes closed, murmuring something incoherent and soft under her breath.
It was drunken talk.
He was curious about what Ashley would say when drunk.
So he leaned forward a little, bringing his ear close to Ashley’s lips.