Chapter 882

Pinebrook Hospital. In the end, Julian still got dragged in by Hannah Grant. The whole way there, he was a bundle of nerves, turning to her multiple times. "Hannah, look at me... Do I really look like someone who's sick?" Hannah held onto his hand. "Don't worry. Let's just hear what the doctor says." So, like a man walking into his own trial, Julian followed her to the hospital, met with a doctor they knew, and did a full check-up. While waiting for the results, Julian kept holding Hannah's hand, palm all sweaty. She looked at him and saw right through his nerves, speaking softly, "Don't panic. Who knows, maybe the first diagnosis was wrong—happens all the time in dramas, right?" What he feared wasn't being misdiagnosed. What really messed him up was the thought that if the results were bad, Hannah might walk away. He tightened his grip. "No matter what the results say, you can't leave me." She nodded without hesitation. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here." "And so will we." Nichola