Have I Told You Lately

Maurice smiled. "Mr. Shawn sent me here to help you. You can let me know if you need any help.'

Rachel was taken aback, her heart sinking a bit.

Kenneth must be certain that she would refuse Osmond to come over. Now she needed help, so he sent his man here.

"What else did he tell you?"

Maurice answered in a flat tone, "Mr. Shawn said that you don't need to call him if you are too busy. Please don't thank him in such a hurry. No matter what, you should concentrate on resolving your current problems. You could discuss other things with him later. After all, your father's health comes first."

Rachel didn't speak.

'Thank him?' she reechoed the words inwardly.

Rachel pursed her lips.

It seemed that Kenneth knew what was going on in her mind. He even didn't give her any chance to refuse him. He made an excuse for her father's health.

After thinking for a while, she raised her head and said in a light tone, "Could you please do me a favor? Would you mind searching the best hospitals in City N for me please?"

Maurice nodded. "Sure. I'll do it right away."

After saying that, he was about to leave. Suddenly, he paused and said, "By the way, Mr. Shawn told you to take good care of yourself."

Rachel fell into the silence for a few seconds.

Then she answered, "... OK. I got it."

It was not until the young man had disappeared from her sight did she come back to her senses. She looked down, turned around, and went back to the ward.

She guessed that Kenneth must also be busy with his work, so she didn't call him. Besides, what he said made sense -- no matter what, she should concentrate on resolving the current problems. Only a few people knew about her father's incident. There was no relevant news outside. After a whole day, besides the superintendent of the jail, nearly nobody else came to visit him.

Mr. Edward dropped by when he was submitting some materials. Then he left in a hurry. Later, Maurice was frequently seen here.

He almost stayed outside all the time, even took the charge of buying meals for them.

It was late at night. Rachel didn't feel sleepy at all. She sent Theresa to bed on the sickbed next to her. Then she sat on the chair while holding her knees in her arms, lost in thought. Suddenly, she heard some noise from the door, which startled her. She immediately stood up, walked outside to check.

It was almost the same as the night when he suddenly had appeared in the hotel. Her heart hammered, and she wondered if she was in a dream again.

She looked at him dully and stammered, "You... How did you come in?"

There were prison guards outside, weren't there?

The man answered indifferently, "I just told them I'm your ex-husband. After showing my ID, they let me in."

Rachel was speechless.

She couldn't understand how he could announce that he was her ex-husband in such a calm manner.

Rachel murmured, "It's so late now. Why are you here?"

"I'm worried," the man answered indifferently. He held her shoulder, walking into the ward with her. With his tall and slender figures beside her, Rachel looked tiny, fragile, and weak.

Her heart skipped a beat. She pushed him away gently and whispered, "Didn't you already sent Maurice here? Why are you still worried?"

"I'm worried about you," he said in a light tone again. Then he walked to the bed, looking down at Chapman.

Rachel was taken back. She gazed at him as if his voice was still echoing in her ears.

"What did the doctor say?"

Rachel was still in a daze.

After a dozen seconds, there was no response. Kenneth slightly frowned. He looked up at her, seeing her gazing at him in a daze. His eyes were darkened. He walked over and asked in a gentle voice, "What's wrong?" Rachel suddenly returned to her senses. She blushed and lowered her head. "Ah! Nothing."

She went back to the chair and sat down. Then she continued to whisper, "The doctor said if the surgery succeeds, he could return to normal in the best-case scenario. But if he couldn't recover well, he would spend the rest of his life on the wheelchair." Kenneth looked at the small figure that was huddling on the chair, his eyes darkened. "What's your plan then?"

Rachel put her chin on the knees. Looking at her parents sleeping on the beds, she said in a flat tone, "Mr. Edward told me that if my father could serve a sentence out of prison after it's approved, we could take care of him while he's recovering. My mother and I could do it. Or maybe we can hire a nursing worker."

The only thing that would be inconvenient was that she still needed to work, so she couldn't help her family much.

Kenneth frowned. "Haven't you thought that you need someone to take care of?"

He wondered if she thought herself a superwoman.

She worked hard on such an overloaded job and she was taking care of her family. Besides, she was carrying two babies in her belly.

Rachel fell into the silence.

Certainly, she knew it. She had to admit that she had been always considering if she should continue keeping these two babies. At this critical moment, she had become the only support of her family. They still didn't know what would happen to her father's future medical treatment. When her belly became bigger and bigger, she shouldn't have a lot of effort although she wanted to help. She probably would lose her job as well.

Without any income or a job, it would be way too desperate for Theresa to take care of Chapman, her daughter, and her grandchildren.

She had been wondering if she must choose a side between her parents and her children.

The struggle and hesitation in her eyes were completely seen by the man. His heart sank immediately as if he had already figured out what her plan would be.

"Rachel Lewis!" Kenneth's face became gloomy. He suddenly approached her, gazed at her, and said in a cold voice, "What are you doing?"

Before she answered, he grabbed her shoulders and said with an arctic cold look, "I can give you money if you lack it. I can provide you with helpers if you need help. But I would never allow you to do any harm on those two babies."

Rachel's expression relaxed a bit. She turned to look at him slowly. With sadness in her eyes, she smiled with mockery. "Are you going to keep me as your mistress? You want me to take your money, use your men, and give birth to your children?"

The man's handsome face looked extremely solemn and tense, full of senses of danger. His eyes became so dark that she could be swallowed by them. This was the first time Rachel seeing him in this way after the divorce.

Sure enough. It seemed he looked upon the kids the most.

"I don't care what you would think, but you can't do anything on these two kids."

Rachel suddenly smiled ruthlessly. "They are in my belly. Why should I ask you for approval if I want to do something? You know clearly what I'm facing now. As you said yesterday since I'm in such a condition, why should I give birth to them and let them suffer?" Kenneth emanated a strong intense of anger. Suppressing his fury that was shown in his eyes, gritting his teeth, he said, "You can choose to remarry you. I'll take you to the civil affairs bureau now!"00000