Chapter: 897

Susan was a beloved lady of the Salazar family, and her parents had protected her since birth. However, Dr. Turner was, at best, a knight, so how on earth would such a person fall in love with him? He didn't dare believe it. He clearly understood his position.

"Miss Salazar, you must be joking. I'm sure Mr. Sullivan will recognize what an excellent person you are someday."

Susan lowered her eyes and sighed, her expression turning forlorn.

Dr. Turner saw her shoulders droop, and he felt sorry for her.

However, the dark glint in her eyes escaped his notice.

The next day, Joey's medical test result was released, and it showed there was nothing wrong with him. So, Lukas, who had been looking after him, left to handle the discharge procedures.

Rachel remained in the ward. She poured Joey a glass of warm water and watched him take his cold medicine.

"Mommy," Joey cooed and obediently put the pill in his mouth. The medicine left a bitter taste in his mouth, making his face contort in disgust. He downed the cup of water quickly to relieve himself.

Rachel handed Joey the coat.

Joey grabbed his mother's hand and tapped the back of it.

“What are you doing?" Rachel asked in surprise.

“Mommy, hit me. I want to see if it'll hurt," Joey replied seriously.

Rachel pulled her hand away and placed it on Joey's forehead. Then, she put her other hand on her forehead and said, "You don't have a fever. What are you talking about?"

"I feel like I'm dreaming." Joey grabbed Rachel's hand again.

"What if all this is a dream?"

Rachel was at a loss for words.

Before she could think of something to say, Joey threw himself into her arms and exclaimed, "This is great, Mommy! You're finally with me."

Rachel smiled. She ruffled Joey's hair fondly before looking down at her watch.

"Well, it's almost time to head downstairs. Lukas should be waiting for us there."

"Okay," Joey nodded quickly. He scrambled out of bed, put his shoes and coat on, and followed Rachel out of the ward.

The pair walked down the hall and into a waiting elevator, and as it ended, Rachel could feel the frequent glances Joey was giving her.

Under the impression that the boy still suspected he was dreaming, she gently flicked his forehead, granting his earlier request.

"Did it hurt? Do you still think you're dreaming?" Rachel asked. She didn't understand why he was being so insecure. She felt sorry for him. It seemed she had barely paid attention to him.

Joey massaged the sore spot on his forehead and whined, “Mommy, it hurts."

"If it didn't hurt, how could you know it's not a dream?"