Chapter 18

Upon hearing the voice, Chloe looked over and saw a very handsome man. A smile appeared on her face as she spoke slowly, "Thank you." The man also wore a polite, faint smile on his face. "It was my pleasure." After scanning the surroundings for a moment, the man turned his gaze back to Chloe and advised, "Hospitals are full of gossip. Be cautious." Chloe nodded lightly. "Thank you for the reminder. Anyway, I have to leave for now. Goodbye." Watching Chloe's departing figure, the man's eyes were full of scrutiny. He couldn't understand why Ethan would fall for such a woman. Inside the hospital room, Chloe held Lucy's hand and spoke for a long time. However, Lucy showed no response, lying there quietly. Feeling a pang in her heart, Chloe's eyes turned red, and her voice choked up, "Mom, please wake up... okay?" —— In the following days, Chloe finally started to receive some orders for her artwork. One of the orders was to paint a family portrait. After adding the customer on Snapchat and discussing the price and requirements, the customer sent over the family photo that needed to be illustrated. Chloe opened the photo and carefully examined it, realizing that the man standing on the right side seemed somewhat familiar. She might have seen him somewhere before. But after thinking for a long time, she couldn't recall where she might have seen him, so she decided to let it go. Chloe laid out the tools needed for her artwork and quickly got to work. After pulling an all-nighter, she finally completed half of the family portrait. By the time it was fully bright outside, she tidied up and prepared to head to the hospital. When she went to the hospital yesterday, the doctor informed her that Henry's various physical indicators had stabilized, and he could be transferred to a regular ward in two more days. Just as she was about to leave, her phone suddenly rang. It was a call from Elizabeth. Chloe was a bit puzzled in her actions. The phone rang for a while before she answered. "Hello, Mrs. Tinsley." "1:00 PM, meet at the coffee shop outside Tranquil Wellness Hospital." Elizabeth's tone was not good, carrying a hint of anger. After speaking, she hung up directly. Chloe vaguely felt that Elizabeth wanted to meet her because of the thirty thousand dollars that Aiden had lent her. At 1:00 PM, inside the coffee shop, Chloe and Elizabeth sat across from each other, and the atmosphere was tense. Elizabeth, with an angry expression, questioned, "Aiden gave you thirty thousand, right?" "That money was lent to me by Aiden, and I will pay it back." Chloe explained. Elizabeth sneered, "Your parents are still lying in the hospital, how do you plan to repay it?" Chloe was speechless, gripping her hands and not knowing how to respond. "I'll give you three days to pay back all the money," Elizabeth's face showed impatience as she spoke in a cold tone. "Otherwise, you'll receive a lawsuit summons from the court." Chloe was stunned, looking at Elizabeth in shock. "I ..." "Don't pretend to be pitiful in front of me; it will only intensify my disgust for you." After saying that, Elizabeth stood up, took her bag, and left the coffee shop. Chloe watched Elizabeth leave, feeling anxious and lost. The thirty thousand dollars that Aiden lent her had already been spent halfway. Even if she worked day and night for the next three days to take on drawing orders, it would be impossible to raise the entire amount in such a short time. In Middleton, at Blackwood Group, Ethan sat on the sofa in his office, listening to the assistant reporting the results of the investigation that day. "As we traced back, we found that the person who initially leaked the information was a private detective. The detective claimed to be acting on someone else's orders, responsible for tracking and taking photos of you." "We checked his chat records and call logs, and it seems that the person behind it might be..." At this point, the assistant hesitated, speaking vaguely without daring to mention the person's name. Ethan looked at the assistant, his expression not too pleasant. "Who?!" "It might be Miss Kenyon."