Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1887: Taking The Contract To The Hospital

Chapter 1887: Taking the Contract to the Hospital

After waving goodbye to everyone, Rowan left with Claire. A car was waiting in the yard to take them directly to the airport.

Lately, the focus of the Russell family had shifted to Mya and the children. Laughter and joy could often be heard in the mansion, giving it more of a homey feel.

With the addition of a new baby, the family was bustling around taking care of things. Mya, who was now in confinement, was enjoying queen-like treatment.

Since the incident at home and being with Finnley, Mya had shed her childishness and become more mature and composed.

Before they knew it, Friday had arrived.

That afternoon, Andrew's phone rang, and he received a call. A girl on the other end told him, "Andrew, I sprained my ankle and am hospitalized at the orthopedics department. I don't think I can make it next Monday for the appointment."

"Is it serious?" Andrew couldn't help but feel nervous. This was Bubu Loves Cat after all!

She was the only one among the four comic masters carefully selected by Mr. Marsh who had the possibility of being invited to join the company.

Therefore, Andrew couldn't afford to slack off. "Which hospital are you in? I'll come visit you!" He had to attend to her like a grandmother.

"No, no need..." the girl quickly refused. "It's just a minor issue, I'll be fine after a few days of rest."

"No, no, I must come." Andrew really feared she might run off. "Just tell me your location, and I'll bring the contract to you."

"This..."

"Mr. Marsh sincerely wants to invite you to our company. He has entrusted me with such an important task, and I must help him accomplish it. Let's sign the contract first, and you can come by anytime you want."

In any case, she couldn't be allowed to escape. Absolutely not.

Helpless, Bubu Loves Cat reluctantly told him the name of the hospital.

Andrew immediately put aside his work, grabbed the contract, and drove over. He was truly anxious, fearing that the girl might find an excuse to leave.

Comic masters were all quite unique, with their thoughts jumping all over the place.

If he messed this up, Mr. Marsh would never let him off.

Driving past a flower shop, Andrew, who was very understanding of social norms, quickly parked and bought a bouquet of lilies for her.

He couldn't just show up with the contract. It wasn't appropriate to visit an injured person with a contract. It was better to first offer some warmth; it would facilitate the discussion of cooperation.

In the hospital room, the girl with a broken leg sat by the bed, holding her phone and sighing, "What bad luck. How coincidental to break my leg at this time?"

She still had a good impression of the Marsh Group. If she could become a cartoonist at such a big company, it would at least guarantee good stories, if not fame and fortune, because she believed in

Mr. Marsh's taste.

There was a knock on the hospital room door, and the girl looked up to see a tall young man entering with a bouquet of lilies. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

He was wearing a gray suit, quite handsome, and carrying a bag in his hands.

"Are you Miss Bubu?" Andrew's tone was gentle as his gaze met hers.

The girl hesitated but nodded slightly. "Yes, I am."

"Hello, I'm Andrew, the assistant of Mr. Marsh who called you." Andrew placed the lilies gently on the bedside table.

"Thank you," the girl's gaze lightly swept over the fresh bouquet, filling the space with a subtle floral fragrance.

Andrew stood in front of the bed, glanced at her plastered right leg, and asked with concern, "Is it serious? What did the doctor say?"

"It's a minor fracture, not serious, but I have to rest in bed for some time." The girl was young and pretty, around 20 years old, with plenty of collagen on her face.

Andrew felt relieved. He looked at the contract in his hand and then back at her. "Um... can we sign the contract first?"

If he didn't get her signature, Mr. Marsh would be unable to fulfill his duty. To prevent any troubles, he had to get the contract signed first.