Chapter 174: Chapter 174: Show Some Sincerity
Young Master Prescott was using a cotton swab dipped in iodine to apply medicine on himself.
He disinfected the area over and over again, several times.
Ashley Shaw thought to herself: She’s not a dog, didn’t even draw blood, why disinfect so thoroughly?
She was starting to feel like she must be carrying a virus.
Just then, the doctor pushed the door open and entered.
He examined Ashley Shaw carefully, then asked her how she was feeling now.
After the examination, the doctor said, "Preliminary findings suggest a moderate concussion, and you’ll need to be observed for two days before being discharged."
Ashley Shaw was stunned, asking, "Wasn’t I brought in because I was drunk?"
The doctor glanced at her.
"If you weren’t drunk, it might not have escalated from a mild to a moderate concussion."
"... So having a drink has given me a concussion? What’s going on?"
Assistant Lowell, standing nearby, reminded her, "Miss Shaw, your concussion was caused by the fall at the Hayes Family. It’s just that being drunk worsened your condition."
Ashley Shaw couldn’t help but touch the spot on her head that was faintly aching; there was a small bump. She noticed it at the time, but never thought it would lead to a concussion.
She always thought the word concussion was something quite distant from her.
"Did you buy the food I asked you to for her?"
Assistant Lowell quickly nodded, "Yes, bought vegetable and shredded meat porridge."
"Hmm, it’s light, she can eat it." The doctor said, advising Ashley Shaw, "Eat something first, you shouldn’t have an empty stomach."
"Thank you, doctor."
"You’re welcome. Call me anytime if you need anything."
"Got it."
The doctor nodded to Warren Prescott and then left.
Assistant Lowell quickly went to open the thermos bottle lid.
The thermos he bought was quite large, holding enough porridge for two bowls.
Assistant Lowell ladled out a bowl and placed it on the small table by the hospital bed, then asked Warren Prescott, "Mr. Prescott Jr., would you like some?"
"I’m not the patient!"
Warren Prescott, with a stern face, said to Ashley Shaw, "What are you standing there for? Didn’t the doctor tell you to eat something quickly?"
Clearly, it was a caring remark, but coming from Warren Prescott’s mouth, it felt icy cold.
Assistant Lowell suddenly realized why Warren Prescott looked so cold.
Because it seemed like he had done all the things Mr. Prescott Jr. was supposed to do...
Assistant Lowell regretted it and quickly offered, "Mr. Prescott Jr., I’ll go ask the doctor about the details again."
"Go ahead."
Assistant Lowell made a quick exit from the hospital room, feeling like he had been granted amnesty.
The room returned to just Warren Prescott and Ashley Shaw.
Ashley Shaw was pondering how to ask Warren Prescott to leave without sounding ungrateful when he said coldly, "What are you standing there for? Do you need me to repeat the doctor’s words?"
"... No need."
Ashley Shaw swallowed back her words, picked up the small spoon, and started eating the porridge one spoonful at a time.
Having just vomited, her stomach felt empty, but after a few spoonfuls of porridge, it genuinely felt better.
Half a bowl in, Ashley Shaw found it hard to continue eating.
Additionally, Warren Prescott was watching her intently, making her feel uncomfortable eating even if she had a good appetite.
She was about to say she was full and suggest he go home to rest when the hospital room door opened.
Seeing who it was, Ashley Shaw’s eyes immediately lit up.
"Ariana?"
Ariana Grant, hearing Ashley Shaw’s voice, confirmed she hadn’t gone to the wrong room and ran straight to the bedside.
Just as Ashley Shaw was about to speak, in the next second, Ariana Grant’s strong arms clamped around her neck.
"Wah wah wah! Ashley, you scared me to death!"
"Cough... let... go of me..."
She was about to suffocate!
Warren Prescott quickly pulled Ariana Grant off, allowing Ashley Shaw to breathe.
Ariana Grant, seeing Ashley Shaw’s face turn red, realized she had been too enthusiastic and almost strangled her.
"Are you okay?" Ariana Grant asked, a bit embarrassed.
Ashley Shaw shrugged, "Still alive, not completely dead yet."
Joking around, which means she was fine.
Ariana Grant felt relieved but still gave her a glare, "Do you need me to try harder so you can be completely dead?"
"I’m really fine, just had too much to drink. How did you know I was here?"
Ariana Grant remembered to thank someone and quickly said, "Young Master Prescott brought me here. Thank you, Young Master Prescott."
Warren Prescott responded faintly without much expression.
Ariana Grant turned back to Ashley Shaw, "I brought you a change of clothes, a set of pajamas, and toiletries. See if you need anything else, I can go down and buy it."
"No need, the doctor said I can be discharged in two days. We can leave tomorrow."
"That quick?" Ariana Grant’s eyes widened.
Wouldn’t that mean she brought those things for nothing?
Then Warren Prescott suddenly spoke, "By two days, it means you can discharge the day after tomorrow."
Ariana Grant widened her eyes again, "That slow?"
Wouldn’t that mean she brought too little?
Ashley Shaw ignored Ariana Grant’s exaggerated reactions and said to Warren Prescott, "Thank you for bringing me here today and bringing my friend as well. I don’t have much going on now, so you should head back early and rest. I won’t see you out under my circumstances, someday..."
Ashley Shaw trailed off after saying "someday".
Warren Prescott knew that she realized she couldn’t afford to treat him to another drink.
So he acted like he hadn’t heard it.
Before he could speak, Ashley Shaw spoke again, "Ariana, could you see him off for me."
"Sure. Young Master Prescott, this way please."
"No need, you stay." Warren Prescott left with a dark face.
He was feeling particularly displeased at heart.
He hurriedly brought her here, and now she’s awake, her friend is here, and he feels like an unnecessary eyesore.
Reaching the door, Warren Prescott suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Ashley Shaw.
"If you really want to repay the favor, show some sincerity."
After saying this, he strode out.
Just in time, Assistant Lowell was coming back from the doctor’s office and met Warren Prescott in the hallway.
"Mr. Prescott Jr., are we leaving?"
Warren Prescott’s face darkened even more.
"Go get the car."
"Yes."
Although Assistant Lowell didn’t understand why, he still hurriedly ran towards the elevator.
Assistant Lowell waited for Warren Prescott to enter the elevator before stepping in himself.
Just as he pressed the button for the first-floor lobby, Warren Prescott’s phone rang.
It was Elder Prescott calling.
As soon as he answered, he heard the anxious voice, "Warren, is Ashley hospitalized? What happened? Is it serious?"
Warren Prescott closed his eyes briefly.
He knew calling Mrs. Chase today was a mistake; she couldn’t keep things to herself and wouldn’t refrain from telling Grandpa.
Warren Prescott sighed internally, then said, "It’s not serious, she just drank too much."
"Just how much did she drink to end up in the hospital?"
"Not much, just a couple of sips."
"A couple of sips??"
"Her tolerance is low."
Elder Prescott didn’t know whether to feel relieved or helpless. He had never seen anyone end up in the hospital after just a couple of sips of alcohol in all his years, and now it happened right beside him.
"Are you still at the hospital? Has she woken up yet?"