Hope It's Not Too Late to Love

chapter-165

Under the blanket of the sickbed, the electric blanket was running at full power.

As for Hanson, the pain in his stomach had receded after the treatment.

Now, he was sitting on a massage chair, elegantly enjoying his nutritious breakfast. His complexion was clearly healthy, and his breathing was even.

With his calm look and high spirits, he didn’t look like a patient at all.

His stomach problem was at its worst when it was triggered, and only then was it the most dangerous.

Now that the transfusions had relieved the pain, he was back to normal.

However, for a few days after the onset, he would have to watch his diet carefully.

Noticing that Hanson had finished breakfast, Larry looked at the time before saying, “President, it’s almost time. You should get back on the sickbed.”

Hanson nodded.

However, as soon as he got into the bed, he found it unbearably sultry.

It was summer then, and the electric blanket was turned on at maximum power. There was even a hot water bag in the bed. How could he bear the heat?

He glanced at Larry suspiciously. “Are you sure this works?”

Larry nodded. “President, you look perfectly healthy right now, and you don’t look sick at all. If you don’t heat yourself, Miss Vania won’t believe that you’re sick when she arrives. You have to put on the full act, right? Now endure this for a little bit so that you’ll be rewarded in the future.”

Hanson, who only had eyes for Vania, believed what Larry said.

He lay on the sickbed and felt so hot that he kept sweating.

April knew of their plan, so he hummed as he walked into the ward, eager to watch the show.

Noticing that they were ready, he smilingly walked up to Hanson’s sickbed and exclaimed, “Hanson, this can’t do. Look how rosy your cheeks are! Your lips are red as well. You don’t look like you’re ill at all. Patients are all pale in the face and lips.”

Hot and bothered, Hanson gave him a suspicious look. “What do you think?”

“I think we should get a makeup artist for you. After you get proper makeup, you’ll definitely look weak and sickly. No one would know the difference.”

Hanson thought he had a point. “In that case, what are you waiting for?”

“Got it.” April was about to leave when he heard a noise at the door.

Larry exclaimed, “Oh no, Miss Vania is here.” With that, he gathered the tools used in their deception, hot water bag and all, and stashed them in a cupboard under the sickbed.

Then, he took a glass of water from the bedside table and poured some water onto his hand. He proceeded to wipe his face with his wet hand to look like he was crying.

April was amazed at their high level of preparation.

Just then, Vania hastily entered the ward.

As soon as she opened the door, she heard a sorrowful voice coming from inside the room, crying, “No… President…”

It was Larry’s voice.

Vania looked and saw Hanson lying rigidly on the sickbed, his eyes tightly closed.

The doctor was standing at the side, sighing and shaking his head.

Vania immediately imagined that Hanson must be taking his last breaths.

Larry stayed by Hanson’s side as he sobbed in grief, “No, President, please wake up…”

Upon seeing the scene, Vania immediately remembered what Larry had said to her over the phone.

Vania instantly panicked.

If Hanson was barely holding on, that meant all hope was lost.

Also, if a man was crying so pitifully like that, it must be something so terrible that he couldn’t bear it.

An example of something terrible would be Hanson’s serious illness right now.

Vania’s mind was a mess, and she was trembling uncontrollably all over. She wasn’t even sure how she managed to make it to Hanson’s sickbed, but she did.

When he saw Vania walking over to the bed, Larry wept even louder.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.