It's Always You

Chapter 92

"Sorry, Becky! Yesterday I had to go to the hospital," Nop said while driving.

Becky, lost in her thoughts about everything that happened at the party and Jennie’s words, seemed distant.

Noticing that Becky wasn’t paying attention, Nop gently shook her arm. "Becky? Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.

"Yes, I’m fine," Becky replied softly.

"Can you drop me at Richee’s office?" she asked, still distracted.

"Richee’s not here. He flew out of London for a business meeting," Nop said.

"What? But he didn’t tell me," Becky said, quickly taking out her phone to call Richee. She frowned when the call didn’t connect. "His phone isn’t reachable."

"He must be on the flight now," Nop replied.

After a pause, Nop glanced at Becky with a smile. "I have a surprise for you."

Becky looked at him, confused.

"Uncle told me that our wedding is fixed for the end of this month," Nop said, his voice filled with excitement.

Becky froze, shocked by the sudden news. She didn’t respond.

"Drop me at the hospital," Becky said bluntly, her voice emotionless.

Nop nodded silently and drove her to the hospital.

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In her cabin, Becky sat at her desk, deep in thought. Her mind raced with everything that had happened, her emotions swirling. Suddenly, the ringing of her phone broke her concentration.

"Hello, Dr. Becky? Is it a good time to talk?" Dr. Kim asked.

"Yes, Doctor," Becky replied.

"I wanted to update you on Love’s condition. Based on her latest medical records, her health is improving, and we can start searching for a donor," Dr. Kim said with optimism.

"Yes, I’ve seen the reports too. Her body is responding well to the treatment, and I’ve already instructed my team to begin the donor search," Becky replied.

"I’m glad to hear that. I wanted to inform you because I’ll be away from the hospital for the next few months. I have some personal matters to attend to outside of London," Dr. Kim explained.

"Don’t worry, Doctor. I’ll take full responsibility for Love’s health," Becky assured him before ending the call.

Becky leaned back in her chair, deep in thought. It’s not too late, Becky. You need to talk to Freen.

Determined, she picked up her phone and dialed Freen’s number.

"Freen, we need to talk," Becky said firmly when Freen answered.

"Don’t say no! It’s urgent. I’ll send you the address," Becky added, not giving Freen a chance to reply before hanging up.

Becky sighed, her heart racing. This time, I won’t back down.