Chapter 53: I Didn't Expect This

Willow Avery, who was suddenly arranged to have a father: ???

Was this reasonable?

Yet Grandpa Sterling still felt this was a magnificent idea.

"This way, Willa is both my granddaughter and your daughter. It kills two birds with one stone."

Julian Kingston: "...I had a child when I was seven years old?"

"What's wrong with that?"

Grandpa Sterling didn't feel anything was inappropriate in the slightest. "Can you watch more mini-dramas on a normal basis? Nowadays, people have ninety-nine babies in one pregnancy. What's wrong with you having a child at seven years old? It’s perfectly reasonable."

Julian: "..."

Sometimes, as a doctor, he truly felt quite helpless.

Seeing he didn't speak, Grandpa Sterling assumed it was a silent consensus and turned to Willow: "Willa, what do you think? Julian looks decent, and his work is presentable; he's barely qualified enough to be your godfather, right?"

"Huh?" Willow shook her head. "Grandpa Sterling, let's forget it."

To have her call Julian "Godfather"...

She couldn't bring herself to open her mouth for that.

"Oh, Willa, don't be embarrassed."

Grandpa Sterling truly liked Willow, coaxing her: "You young people ought to be a bit more open-minded with your thoughts."

Julian, lying on the hospital bed, silently pressed the call bell.

Very soon, a nurse walked in.

"Mr. Kingston, this bottle of medicine hasn't finished dripping yet. Do you have some discomfort?"

Julian said in a calm voice: "Mm. The wound on my back tore open."

Hearing this, the nurse said: "Wait a moment, I'll go find the doctor right away."

Very soon, the doctor wheeled Julian to the treatment room to re-bandage it.

Grandpa Sterling was bewildered: "The doctor I found for him is one of the best, if not the best in the city. How could they fail to handle even such a minor injury properly."

The butler floated past silently: "It's probably because you made the Third Young Master have a painless daughter, Master."

Listening from the side, Willow's eyes widened in horror.

Are we sure this term is supposed to be used this way?

...

After the injury was handled properly, Julian returned to the ward once more.

The doctor looked toward Grandpa Sterling: "Old Mr. Kingston, the wound on his back isn't small; it will be pulled with the slightest lack of attention. Here we recommend you not to affect his emotions, because when a person grows excited, it's very easy to trigger body movements."

Grandpa Sterling was puzzled: "I don't seem to have said anything, right."

Julian opened his mouth to speak: "After you go back, remember to take your medicine."

"What Brain Damage Pills again?" Grandpa Sterling grew angry the moment he thought of it. "Did you deliberately pick this name to disgust your father?"

The name of this medicine sounded completely impossible to be sold to the public.

Julian didn't feel anything was wrong with it.

Initially, he wanted to call it Brain-Nourishing Pills.

But that name already existed among medications.

Adrian Cross gave him an idea to call it Brain Damage Pills.

No duplication.

The meaning was also lucid.

Therefore, he looked toward Grandpa Sterling, asking: "Is there a problem?"

"Nonsense!"

Grandpa Sterling was preparing to copy a tool to hit him again.

Fearing Julian's wound would tear open once more, Willow hurriedly blocked him.

"Grandpa Sterling, I'm here. You and Uncle Liu head back first."

"Alright then."

Grandpa Sterling also didn't want to argue with the injured Julian.

He walked out of the hospital together with the butler.

Walking halfway, he suddenly felt something was a bit off.

"Uncle Liu, in the dead of night, is it appropriate for Willa and Julian to be alone together? What about the caregiver, hasn't he arrived yet?"

"The caregiver arrives tomorrow morning."

The butler said: "Master, don't think too much. When Miss Avery was sick previously, didn't the Third Young Master stay in her room all night too? This time Miss Avery looking after the Third Young Master is perfectly fair and reasonable."

Grandpa Sterling nodded.

It seemed to make plenty of sense.

It was just that for some reason, his heart felt exceptionally awkward.

...

When the IV drip finished, it was already eleven o'clock at night.

It was perfectly quiet outside.

The ward was also exceptionally silent.

After Willow finished washing up, her body had just touched the hospital bed when she drifted off to sleep.

Yesterday she had been far too worried about Julian and had only slept for a few hours. Now that she relaxed, the drowsiness was exceptionally heavy.

She even dreamed of Julian's recovery.

Not long after being happy, a cargo truck suddenly attacked.

With a loud bang, it startled Willow into directly snapping her eyes open.

Instinctively looking to the side in panic, the hospital bed was completely empty.

"Uncle Julian?!"

Willow's heart lifted in an instant, and she got out of bed without even bothering to put on her shoes.

"Where did you go?"

Amidst her panic, the man's voice traveled from the bathroom.

"I'm here."

"Uncle Julian, why did you get out of bed?"

Willow hurriedly stepped into her slippers and pushed open the bathroom door.

The man stood in front of the sink, his lips looking a bit pale.

"Uncle Julian, what did you come here to do?"

Willow lightly touched his arm and supported his waist, attempting to bring him outward, not forgetting to instruct him: "Your calf is injured, you cannot move around recklessly."

It was truly difficult to imagine how he had managed to walk over here.

Julian looked down at the young girl whose entire mind was set on being considerate of him, saying: "You go out first."

"Why?"

Willow quickly had a guess: "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? It’s fine if I help wipe it for you. Uncle Julian, you don't need to carry a mental burden, just order me around as you please."

Her eyes were bright and shiny, filled with energy.

But...

Julian's line of sight shifted to the side a bit: "I need to relieve myself."

Willow: !!

"I didn't expect..."

There was also the situation of going to the toilet.

She quickly released her hands, turning around to walk outward.

After taking one stride out, she halted again.

There was a mouthwash cup on the floor.

After washing up earlier, she had smoothly placed it on the edge of the counter.

The bathroom light was turned on, so it was impossible for Julian to bump into it.

There was only one possibility; he must have been in too much pain and couldn't resist bracing himself against the counter.

Biting her lower lip, she turned back around again, asking tentatively in a small voice: "Do you... want me to help you take off your pants?"