Chapter: 1238

"I made some ginger soup. It's perfect for a rainy cold day, and it's good for your health. I'll serve some to you and Mr. Jimenez later."

Rachel nodded.

"That'd be great. I appreciate it, Lila."

Just as they were about to leave, a loud cough brought them to a halt.

Thud!

Victor placed a hand on his chest, his back making a dull sound as it collided with the railing.

Rachel turned her head to look along with Lila. When Lila saw this, she exclaimed, "Goodness me... His face is ghostly pale!"

Rachel couldn't help but check on Victor. He was indeed very pale and weak. If a strong wind suddenly came, he could easily tumble down.

Seeing this, Roger rushed to help Victor out, but before he could touch him, Victor leaned against the railing and yelled in a low voice, "Get away from me!"

Rachel frowned. She didn't like how Victor was behaving.

“Mr. Sullivan, you don't look good right now. I'll ask my driver to send you back to the hospital." Instead of getting offended, Roger withdrew his hand and approached Victor calmly.

Victor heard him clearly, but he didn't say anything.

His stubbornness pissed Rachel off even more.

"Roger, just leave him alone and let him wait for death here."

After saying that, Rachel stormed off in the pouring rain, not caring that she would get drenched.

“Rachel... Ahem..."

"Mr. Sullivan!"

"Oh my God! You're bleeding!" Roger and Lila exclaimed.

This made Rachel stop again. When she turned around, she noticed blood dripping out of Victor's mouth. His blue and white hospital gown was almost dripping wet, and his hair was damp against his forehead. He looked at Rachel with deep, dark eyes even in such a situation.

"Rachel..." Victor murmured and felt like suffocating, causing him to get dizzy. He staggered unconsciously and was on the verge of collapsing.

The next thing he knew, he was being held by someone.

Victor felt warm, then smelled the faint scent of a woman's body wash.

He opened his eyes and blinked, then looked at Rachel, who was holding him. He didn't dare to press all his weight on her.

"I miss you, Rachel."

"Victor, you haven't fully recovered. You're not even sober yet,”