Chapter: 303

She had no idea that Victor had rushed her to the Flowerence Hospital, nor that he was waiting outside the emergency room for the doctor.

He didn't have to wait too much longer for the doctor to appear.

"Mr.

Sullivan," the doctor said, “there is nothing to worry about. Miss Bennet just has a concussion. The baby is perfectly fine. She should wake up in a few hours or so. I do recommend a few days of bed rest though."

Victor said nothing. He just stayed quiet and maintained that neutral expression he wore so well.

After her examination, Rachel was sent up to the VIP ward.

Ivan stayed at the reception desk for a little while longer to pay the bills and get Rachel's medication. Then he went up to her ward.

At first he only saw her lying on the bed. Her face was pale, and her head was wrapped in a white gauze that made her look practically ghostly. Then he saw movement at the doors of the balcony. He Looked up as Victor stepped back into the room.

"ALL the paperwork for Miss Bennet's hospitalization has been filled in," Ivan said.

"Alright," said Victor indifferently.

Ivan looked down at the wound on Victor's hand. It was still bleeding and covered in dirt. But it was enough to assure Ivan that what he'd seen a mere hour ago had been real.

It was hard to believe that such a traumatizing event had happened only an hour ago.

And it had all started with a Maybach driving from the airport to the Sullivan Group.

Victor was returning home from the Lerestin after dealing with a defect in one of the Sullivan Group's investment projects.

Ivan was sitting in the passenger seat beside the driver. Every now and then he'd glance at the rearview mirror to look at Victor.

The interior of the car was dark, owing to the special film covering the windows. Victor had his head tilted back against the headrest of the seat. His eyes were closed, and he had one hand resting against his temple. His long, dark eyelashes nearly brushed the ridges of his cheeks, and very nearly blended into the dark rings under his eyes.

He was exhausted. These past few days had been tough and he'd barely gotten any sleep. But even in his fatigued state, he still looked classy and well put together.

Ivan turned his gaze out the window.

They weren't that far from the Sullivan Group now. If Ivan was estimating correctly, they were about halfway. The driver slowed and stopped at a red traffic light.

From here, Ivan could see crowds milling about in front of them.

“What are they doing?" he asked curiously.

The driver followed the line of Ivan's stare. He gave a nod and said,

"It's the opening ceremony for the food festival. Usually, it's held in the Western District, but this year it's being held in the Eastern District."

Ivan knew the food festival was an annual event held in Apliaria. It had been happening for as long as he could remember.

But such things didn't interest him. He wasn't a foodie, and usually just stayed away from the busy crowds. As he was about to Look away, he suddenly saw someone he recognized out the corner of his eye.