Have I Told You Lately

Since the problem of the medical treatment fee was resolved, Rachel temporarily felt relieved. As soon as they got the approval, Chapman could be transferred to another hospital for the surgery. Chapman was still in a bad condition. Although he had woken up, he could recognize others by squinting. He couldn't speak. Rachel and her mother took turns to take care of him at night. When both her parents fell asleep, Rachel could have a little spare time to deal with her work.

There were a bunch of documents in her email inbox that needed her confirmation.

When she was looking through the emails, she found one from a personal email address and the sender was Miles.

After she clicked to read it, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

She didn't log on to her work email nowadays because she was too busy. She also didn't have time to answer some phone calls. She had never expected that this young man would send her an email.

He asked her when she would go back to work and whether her mother's sickness was serious. He was planning to visit her with other coworkers in the apartment on behave of the company.

Rachel was afraid that he would come to visit her. She fumbled for her cell phone and gave him a call.

Miles' delighted voice came from the other end of the line. "Rachel, finally you've called. I thought you've abandoned us!"

Rachel chuckled. "What's up? Do you miss me?"

"Of course! We miss you so much."

Rachel's mouth corners twitched. "I guess you are just too idle."

"Ho ho, not really. We're all strict with ourselves although you are not here." Miles burst into laughter.

Then he asked, "Is Aunt seriously ill? When will you come back?"

Pursing her lips, Rachel thought how she should answer and then said, "It's kind of serious, but she'll be fine. I have other family matters to deal with, so I still need a few more days before going back." "You said it's serious, didn't you?" Miles sounded worried.

"Easy. Not that serious. As long as you guys work hard and don't make me worry," Rachel said with a smile, pretending to be relaxed.

Miles grinned. He said, "I'm in this city alone. I have no family or friends here. How about I go to help you after work? After all, you are pregnant. I worry about you."

"Please don't," Rachel denied immediately, her heart shivering. Then she teased to cover her panic, "A hospital is a quiet place. You are so vivid and noisy. I can't stand you. Besides I need to take care of you if you come over. Do you have the heart to make trouble to me?"

"Rachel..." the young man called her with a long tone. He said pitifully, "Your words are too harsh. I thought I've already become your most capable assistant."

Rachel hurriedly coaxed him, "Yes, you have, but only in work, not in life. I can handle them myself."

Miles changed his tone and asked seriously, "Don't you really need any help? Can you handle all of them? You are pregnant."

"My pregnancy is just a few months away. It's all right," Rachel said sincerely, "Thanks a lot, Miles. Please tell others that I'm doing great. It's not a big deal. Please ask them to relax and not to come over. I'll go back to work pretty soon." "Oh, OK," he muffled.

"Please go ahead with your work. I'm not disturbing any longer," said Rachel with a smile. Then she hung up the phone.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Miles was standing next to the window in the corridor. After hanging up the phone, his facial expression faded. Then it gradually became arctic cold.

The cool night breeze blew in from the window. He tabbed the explore on his cell phone. Reading the black headline of the news, he curled up into a smile that was no longer innocent, but instead, it was gloomy and scary. The headline was "Fallen judge of City N suffers a stroke in prison".☐☐☐☐☐☐