Have I Told You Lately

Chapter 113: I Heard that Your Mother Is Sick

Maurice fell into the silence.

Rachel didn’t keep asking him either.

In the police station, Rachel was walking along the long corridor after making the statement. Suddenly,

she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in front. She was stunned, squinting to confirm her guess.

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However, that figure seemed to flash away. When she approached, it was gone.

She looked around blankly at the spot but failed to find the person. When she saw a young policeman

passing by, she stopped him, “Excuse me, Sir. Have you seen a tall and slim young man standing here

just now?”

“Was he a policeman?”

“Well, I don’t think so. He was not in uniform.”

“Oh, I’m sorry but I didn’t pay attention.”

Rachel looked disappointed. Shaking her head, she answered, “It’s alright. Thank you all the same.”

She wondered if she had made a mistake.

The person’s back and side face looked quite familiar.

However, what she didn’t know was that when she kept walking towards the exit in a daze, a tall and

slim figure slowly showed up at the corner of the corridor. With his young, handsome, and fair face, he

stared at her receding back, his ink-black eyes full of complication...

That face belonged to Miles.

Suddenly, someone patted him on his shoulder from the back. “Excuse me, Mr. Hughes. What’s

wrong?”

The young man returned to his senses and his face returned to indifferent. He turned around and

looked at the person behind him. “Nothing. Mr. Kim, have you found the material?”

“Yeah, almost ready. We can file the lawsuit in three months.” The mid-aged man patted on the

briefcase in his hands.

“Thanks a lot for your hard work.”

Mr. Kim shook his head and patted him on the shoulder. “We can go back now. Let’s go.’’

“Wait a minute. I want to use the restroom.” Miles smiled slightly. Lowering his head, he straightened up

his clothes and walked away.

It had been five hours since the surgery started. Rachel waited at the door of the surgery room without

eating or drinking anything.

Both Theresa and Osmond were there. The atmosphere was depressingly quiet.

Maurice came over with water and food in his hands.

“Excuse me, Miss Lewis, Mrs. Lewis. You should eat something.”

Rachel moved her stiffened all fours and looked up, her solemn look relaxing a bit. She said, “No,

thanks, Maurice. I’m not hungry yet. You can go ahead and eat.”

Theresa was also anxious, but she couldn’t let her daughter suffer alone. “Rach, don’t make me worry

about you. You must have some food.”

Osmond opened the cap of the water bottle, handed it over to Monica, and asked her to pass it to

Rachel. He also convinced her in a gentle voice, “You should eat something although you don’t feel

hungry. You haven’t drunk for several hours, have you?”

Standing aside, Maurice kept silent.

Monica pursed her lips, passing the water bottle to Rachel’s mouth with both hands.

Rachel was amused by her adorable expression, a trace of a smile appearing on her face. She took

over the water and held Monica in her arms. She whispered to coax the little girl, “Shall we eat

together?”

The little girl rubbed against her chin with her cheek.

Rachel raised her head. “Mom, Osmond, you should eat while the food is still warm. It’s not good if

they’ve become cold.”

When they were eating on the bench, Rachel’s phone suddenly started vibrating.

She was taken aback for a moment. Tilting her body, she asked, “Mom, could you please pull my

phone out for me?”

Then she put down the lunch box and wiped her hands. Taking over the cell phone, she checked the

caller ID as usual, and then she was startled again.

It was from Mr. Reed.

“Please don’t wait for me. I need to answer a call.”

She stood up and took a few steps away from them. Then she swiped to answer gingerly, “Hello, is that

Mr. Reed?”

“Yes, it’s me.” She heard a warm, masculine voice. He teased her, “Ms. Lewis, I wondered if you have

forgotten me.”

Rachel was stunned. Then she hurriedly answered, “How could it be? Mr. Reed, I’ve always kept your

number in my cell phone.”

“I certainly didn’t mean my number. I called Mr. Lopez earlier and heard that you’ve asked for a leave

for a long time because of your mother’s illness. How’s she doing now?”

Rachel was a bit confused but she still replied to him pretty soon, “She’s quite OK now. I can go back to

work in one or two days. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Reed.”