Favo Novel
Chapter 228
After that, Colin was crouched on the floor, panic written all over his face, smudges of the other guy’s blood painting a picture of innocence and pity.
My heart skipped a beat. I must have been seeing things. That guy must have pushed Colin too far, and he just snapped and fought back.
“Don’t be scared. It’s okay.” I quickly moved to embrace Colin.
The man who had tumbled down the stairs looked at Colin with a mix of shock and disbelief, as if he’d just seen some kind of monster, then scrambled to his feet and bolted.
The nurse couldn’t find Colin and, upon entering, found a bloodied man, “What happened here?” Colin turned, giving a look that made the man blurt out in panic, “I…I took a fall down the stairs.” With that, he pushed past the nurse and ran off.
The nurse seemed unconcerned, turning to Colin. “Time for your IV. Why are you wandering off?”
Colin clutched to me, a picture of aggrievedness. “Phoebe, I’m not thirsty anymore. I’m scared. Don’t leave me.”
Colin trembled in my arms, and I held him tight, feeling a pang of guilt. “I’m not going anywhere. Eric will be here any minute to get us what we need. I’ll stay with you.”
Colin nodded obediently. “You have to stay with me, Phoebe. Don’t leave me again.”
“I won’t.” I nodded.
After cajoling him back to his hospital bed, I went to the restroom to moisten a towel to clean his hands. When I returned, I overheard Colin sweet–talking the nurse in a hushed tone.
Seeming in good spirits, Colin flashed a charming smile at the nurse the whole time, “Miss, you’re so kind.”
The nurse was nearly conning at his praise, “Oh, you’re such a charmer.”
“Could you please tell my wife that I can’t get out of bed and that she needs to take good care of me?” Colin asked sweetly.
The nurse was beaming, easily agreeing. “Of course.”
She turned to see me, “The patient’s wound is fresh. He shouldn’t be walking around just yet.”
I was still piecing together what Colin was up to when Eric arrived with a glucose oral solution, some comforting chicken soup, and a moist, honey–sweetened cake.
Colin was quick to dismiss him. “Eric, I think you can head home now.”
“Your well–being is my priority.” Eric responded, concerned.
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Once again, Colin spoke up. “Family time is more important. I can’t monopolize your personal
time. Eric.”
Eric glanced at Colin: he didn’t have any family, Eric was Brendan’s right–hand man precisely because he was an orphan with no strings attached – no background, no ambition, no family.
With an awkward nod, Eric looked my way. “I’ll be on my way then. I’ll have to leave him to you, Mrs. Langley.”
I nodded. “It’s what I should do.”
As Eric reached the door, he remembered something. “Oh, the police have news. The man who tried to kill Mrs. Langley has confessed. It was Frank, Julian’s henchman, behind it. Frank’s been caught, but he hasn’t implicated Henry or Julian,
Colin was silent before speaking up innocently, ‘Eric, could you have someone take care of the weeds in my backyard? They’re stifling the flowers. Make sure to get the roots, or they’ll just grow back.” NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.
Eric inhaled deeply. “Of course. Mr. Langley.”
No sooner had Eric left than Colin turned to me with a pitiful look. ‘Phoebe, the doctor says I can’t get out of bed.”
“Right, just rest up. What do you need? I’ll get it for you.” I replied, still oblivious to his schemes. “Phoebe, I need to pee.”
Maybe I should just let him stew.