Chapter 183

The way the food was packed didn't seem like it was takeout. It looked rather familiar to me. After wondering where I had seen it for a moment, it occurred to me that the set of cutlery was the same one Douglas had with him when he had gone to the company with a huge sealed box back then. Had he prepared the food himself? I knocked on the door, feeling out of place at that moment. Douglas got up from the chair when he saw me. "Are you done with everything?" he asked nonchalantly. I glanced at the dishes on the table. I felt sorry that he'd had to go through the trouble of preparing the food and coming over to the hospital. "Thanks for coming over," I told him. "It's no big deal." A gentle smile hung on his lips. "I met the doctor in charge a while ago. Based on the report, Mr. Jackson hasn't suffered from internal injuries. He'll be fine after resting for a few days." I let out a sigh of relief. "Don't trouble… Douglas… anymore," Uncle Jackson said. "I'm Nancy's f