Chapter 282 I Heard That Ms. White Is Sick

"It's too obvious. It's just like idol dramas, I can see pink bubbles everywhere." Madam Hemingway looked like she was in a really good mood. "Two of my assistants went to Master Harris as soon as they walked out the door. He will probably hear about Sophia’s hospitalization caused by Ms. Leah and Mr. Jones real soon." Sophia straightened up her spine and said seriously, “Sorry for troubling you this time, Aunt Hemingway." "You don't have to thank me. This doesn’t require much effort at all." Madam Hemingway walked up to her and looked her up and down curiously. “I know that your face is made up, but what's with the sweat on your face?" Sophia took out a small bag of water lying next to her pillow. There was a long thin tube attached to the water bag with not much water left. "I hid the water bag in my coat and the water pipe runs along my back into my hair. I just need to squeeze the water bag and the water will start flowing down." Sophia demonstrated to her. The pipe was very thin, hence the water that flowed out passed through her hair before flowing down her face. It did look like cold sweat was breaking out of her forehead indeed. Madam Hemingway was stunned for a moment then burst out laughing. "Oh gosh, this is so funny… If you hadn’t called me in advance, I would have been fooled just like Mr. Jones!" Sophia licked her dry lips. If her act was not realistic enough, she would not be able to fool Leah and Mr. Jones. It would also be hard to deceive Master Harris. "I can see that you guys share a pretty good relationship now. When are you planning to get married?" Madam Hemingway asked with a smile, "Since Vic isn’t married yet, I’d like for him to participate in your bouquet throwing and bring home a daughter-in-law as soon as possible." Sophia blinked and looked at Charles. "We don’t know when we will get married yet, but we will get married for sure." Charles said, "If Dr. Hemingway is single by then, then he is more than welcome to be my best man." The curvature hanging on the corners of Madam Hemingway's lips widened considerably after hearing his words. "That's for sure. It will be great if he can receive the good fortune pass on from both of you." "You don’t need to worry so much, Aunt Hemingway." Sophia said, "Dr. Hemingway is a person with good looks, high academic qualifications, and good family background. I even saw someone trying to pursue him some time ago. Who knows, he might get married before Charles and me." Madam Hemingway sighed. "There’s no doubt that he has many pursuers, but he doesn’t like any of them and that worries me." She paused before adding, "Actually, he quite likes girls like you, but it's a pity you’re taken." "You worry me when you say that, Madam Davis," Charles said. "Stop pulling my leg, Mr. Harris." Madam Hemingway said with a smile, "Vic is only inclined to accepting girls like Soph, but he will never snatch another man’s woman and be the other man in a relationship." Charles’ lips curved upward. "I have faith in Dr. Hemingway." At this moment, someone started knocking on the door and pushed the door in after obtaining permission to enter. Victor walked in wearing a doctor’s lab coat. His good-looking face was stained with a trace of suspicious sweat. His gaze swept rapidly around the ward before falling on Sophia. "I heard that Ms. White is sick?" "Thanks for your concern, Dr. Hemingway." Charles moved his feet and stood in front of him calmly, cutting off his gaze that was fixed on Sophia. "Sophia is fine." Victor smiled. "That's good then. I heard that Ms. White is suffering from the recurrence of her pulmonary edema and thought that Mr. Harris has done something to make her mad again. I’m glad that’s not the case.” "Listen to this child, is that the right way for you to talk to somebody?" Madam Hemingway walked up to him, patted him on the head, and said grumpily, "Mr. Harris and Soph are so close. He can’t even wait to hold her in his arms and pamper her, so why would he do something to make Soph mad?” Victor replied, "Too many similar incidents like that have happened before. Plus, with Aunt Lucy constantly nagging next to me, I subconsciously linked this incident to Mr. Harris. If the things I said earlier offended Mr. Harris, then do forgive me." Madam Hemingway continued, "Vic shares a close relationship with Lucy, whereas Lucy dotes on Soph, hence she always asks Vic to take good care of Soph and also likes to tell Vic about your affairs. It’s no wonder Vic will think that way. Please don't blame him, Mr. Harris." "They’re all doing it for Sophia's sake. I should be grateful." Charles did not stop massaging Sophia even when he was talking. He was almost done massaging her left leg and was about to ask her to turn over so he could massage her right leg. However, when the words reached the tip of his tongue, he swallowed them in and slipped his hands under the blanket, and began massaging Sophia’s waist under her astonished gaze. It would be fine if he had just lifted the blanket and massaged Sophia's waist; however, slipping his hands under the blanket and massaging her this way had made it slightly more ambiguous… or even erotic, perhaps. "Since Soph is fine, Vic and I will be leaving now," Madam Hemingway said wittily at the sight of this. Charles turned his head to look at both mother and son, saying, "Mm." After a pause, he said, "Thank you for showing your concern for Sophia, Madam Davis, Dr. Hemingway.” "Don’t mention it." Madam Hemingway smiled. "I am Soph's elder after all. Vic, on the other hand, is Soph's attending physician, so it’s only natural for him to pay more attention to her condition." After exchanging several more pleasantries, Madam Hemingway finally went out with Victor. After walking some distance away, Victor stopped in his tracks and said to Madam Hemingway, "You don’t have to keep sounding me out like that, Mom. I don’t deny that Aunt Lucy did have the intention to matchmake us at first.” "However, ever since learning that Ms. White and Mr. Harris are a couple, she gave up on this idea and just reminded me to take care of Ms. White. If anything happened to Ms. White, I am to inform her immediately." Madam Hemingway turned her head to look at him, tucked her loose strands of hair behind her ears. "You’re overthinking it." "You know better than anyone if I’m overthinking or not, Mom," Victor said. Madam Hemingway did not deny it either and said, "Although your dad and I opted for a DINK lifestyle at first, you are still our biological son after all. Ever since welcoming you back home, everything we do for you is only for your own good." "I have never denied this fact," Victor said. Madam Hemingway hesitated to speak. Victor said, "Aunt Lucy is like my mother. I will listen to her advice, but I also have the ability to think for myself." "Besides, she tried to matchmake Ms. White and me at first not only because she feels sorry for Ms. White, but also because she genuinely thinks that Ms. White is a nice girl, hence it will be pretty nice if she could be my girlfriend." Madam Hemingway said tactfully, "There are so many people out there and more than one nice girl. Ms. White may be nice but she isn’t suitable for you." "Mom, you don’t have to beat about the bush when you talk to me. Aunt Lucy is just asking me to take good care of Ms. White and nothing else. Besides, I know my limits and have my own principles. I won't be the other man in someone else’s relationship." Victor was looking quite grumpy now. Madam Hemingway said helplessly, "I’ve measured your corn by my own bushel. I apologize." "If apologizing is so easy, why do gifts exist then? Don’t you think that it’s awkward for Ms. White, Mr. Harris, and me when you said those things earlier?" Victor did not want things to get too ugly with his biological mother. “It’s my fault!" Madam Hemingway was so exasperated that she laughed. "I'll go and pick out a gift for Soph right away, are you happy now?" Victor hummed in reply and asked, "What about me?" "And you too," Madam Hemingway said.