Chapter EIGHT

Jessica stepped out of the elevator on the hospital's private VIP floor and made her way to Dawson's room. She was healthy and never had the chance of going to hospitals, much less climb up to the private floor. Marrying a billionaire overnight has its perks. She pushes open the door and sees Dawson eating cut-up apples while watching the television absentmindedly.   "Hell sir," Jessica said, trying to get his attention on her.   "I've told you that you can call me Dawson," he said as his face lit up.   Dawson was bored at the hospital. His grandson had to run things around since he had been hospitalized for almost six months. He had a caregiver, but she was mostly rigid and afraid and refused to talk, probably because it was not in her job contract.   "How are you feeling today?" Jessica asked, ignoring his statement. She felt weird calling him by his name. He was old after all.   "Waiting to die," Dawson said, joking.   Since the doctor had told him that he would definitely die, he h