"I'm a tough, you know, eating something as hard as I am, aren't you afraid of having your teeth pulled out?" Bailey just pretended not to understand.

Henry, upon hearing her words, laughed and said to Alvin, "Alvin, drive."

Bailey entered the house and found that his mother's mood was not right. Tessa sat on the sofa with a stern face.

Didn't I tell you that you shouldn't provoke that Morris? No matter how handsome, nice or rich he is, don't touch him. Once something happens to him, people will surely say you're a killer. Do you want to get married again in your life?" Tessa, standing upstairs and seeing her daughter get off the Cadillac with her own eyes, felt her heart break.

"Your father died early and I raised you all by myself, and you don't listen to me." Tessa wept as she recounted her hardship.

Bailey did not know how to explain to her mother that it was not that she was vain and attached to the powerful, but that Henry was clinging to her and that if she wanted to get rid of him, she would probably have to change jobs.

Thinking of Henry sitting in the corner of the classroom today, with the slanting sunlight on him, and his profile as good-looking as a Greek sculpture, even Bailey had to admit that he was a very handsome man. If he hadn't been seriously ill and I hadn't been a tough husband, maybe we could have really tried it.

Bailey reached out and unfastened the hairband, allowing her long, fair hair to fall naturally and cover her long, slender collarbone as clear as a crescent moon.

I remember when I walked hand in hand with Keith on campus, he once said that when we got married, he would put a diamond necklace around Bailey's neck with his own hands. Only the most brilliant diamonds in the world could be worthy of his lover.

When the name Keith came to Bailey's mind, he was astonished to find that his heart no longer pierced to the bone. Time is indeed the cure for everything. Time flies, and then whether it is love or hate, it becomes blurred and eventually vanishes.

When Bailey opened his eyes in the morning, he found that the clock on the wall had pointed to eight o 'clock.

"Mom, I'm going to be late. Why don't you call me?" Bailey thought her mother was still angry last night, so she deliberately didn't wake her up. But when she stepped into Tessa's bedroom, she was startled.

Tessa curled up in bed, her hands over her chest, and groaned in pain.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Bailey was so flustered that he fell to his knees with a plop, hugging his mother, his mind filled with confusion.

"Heart... It hurts." Tessa, fuming with anger, managed to squeeze out three words from her mouth.

Her angina flared up in the middle of the night and she wanted to wake her daughter, but she didn't even have the strength to shout.

Bailey pulled out nitroglycerin and stuffed it into her mother's mouth, picked up her phone and dialed Emergency number.

More than ten minutes later, the ambulance sped down to the House of Mitchell and lifted Tessa into the car.

ShengLu hospital, the nearest large general hospital to House of Mitchell, is where Bailey usually gets medicine for her mother, so the ambulance brought House of Mitchell and her mother here.

Bailey, in a hurry, pushed Tessa to the cardiology department and asked the doctor to see her. The doctors at the Hospital looked cold and haughty, gave Tessa a casual glance and said impatiently, "It's already past the critical period. Why push her here?"

In less than ten minutes, the House of Mitchell and her mother were sent out of the hospital in a hurry. They prescribed some medicine casually and asked Tessa to get an intravenous drip and stay in the hospital for observation.

The hospital beds were full, and Tessa had to lie in the crowded infusion observation hall on the first floor to receive the infusion. Bailey, with her mother's haggard face, still had the needle inserted into the vein, which was really heart-wrenching.

Her mother fell ill and she felt as if she had no one to rely on.

The phone rang. Bailey saw it was Henry's call and walked a little further away from her mother before pressing the call button.

"I have a lot of things to do today. I can't go to pick up you. I'm asking for leave from the coach." The background was noisy and Henry seemed to be standing next to some large instrument.

"I know."

"What's wrong with you?" Just three words, yet Henry keenly sensed something unusual in her voice.

"My mother had a heart attack and I took her to the hospital today." Hearing his gentle, magnetic voice, Bailey felt a tingling in her nose. She felt weak and powerless, even if there was no strong shoulder to lean on, at least someone who could listen to her pain and share some of the suppressed emotions.

"Where are you?" In the background sound came someone urging, as if asking Sir Henry to board the plane. But Henry ignored it and continued to ask Bailey about the situation.

"I can handle it here. You go ahead and get busy." Bailey understood what Henry meant, so he didn't tell him about the hospital.

"Oh, take care of yourself." No more hesitation, Henry said briefly and hung up the phone.

Bailey felt a bit lost at this moment, and now he had to face difficulties all by himself again. Maybe he shouldn't pretend to be aloof and just ask Henry for help directly.

Tessa had to go to the bathroom two or three times in the middle because of an intravenous drip. Bailey held her up, lifted the drip, and struggled through the crowded infusion hall, accidentally stepping on the foot of a lecherous middle-aged man and causing a few quarrels. If it weren't for Tessa stopping him, Bailey would have really wanted to make a move.

It was almost noon and Tessa was hungry. Bailey asked a fellow patient nearby for help and took the money to go and buy food.

Just then, a dozen or so military doctors in white coats rushed in, followed by several soldiers in uniform. Their arrival drew the attention of the patients. Judging from the demeanor and appearance of these military doctors, there were many experts and professors among them, who were rarely seen by ordinary people. The expert appointments were highly sought after and hyped up by scalpers. But they all ended up in the infusion hall, no one knows why.

"There, I saw it." A military doctor, pointing in the direction where the House of Mitchell and her daughter were, shouted excitedly.

Bailey recognized the man, the very bad military doctor from the cardiology department. It was obvious that he was the least experienced among the military doctors. He broke through the crowd, pushed Tessa's bed out, and was extremely attentive at the moment, a completely different person from the morning.

Then a large crowd of experts gathered around and asked Tessa questions.

"Are you Miss Bailey?" A tall and handsome soldier in uniform came up and politely asked Bailey.

Bailey nodded blankly, looking at the scene before him, at a loss.

The soldier grabbed the phone, dialed it, and reported respectfully, "Sir Henry, I found her, as you guessed, in the cardiology department of the Hospital... Yes, it's the strongest medical team... Go to the high-ranking official ward right now..."

All of this was arranged by Henry? Bailey seemed to understand.

Tessa, under the envious gaze of other patients, was pushed into the elevator by the expert panel and into the high-ranking official ward.