Chapter 883

Just then, a doctor called out from outside the room, "Mr. Leclair, come here for a second. The test results are ready." "Okay, coming," Jeremy replied and stepped out. Inside the hospital room, only Jonah remained, lying unconscious on the bed. With a soft click, the door creaked open, and someone walked in. It was Hailey. She tiptoed quietly to the bedside and looked down at the unconscious Jonah. His face was pale, and a light stubble had formed on his chin from several days of not shaving. He looked completely worn out. Back when he was still Declan, although he didn't have much, he would always carry himself with a sharp, youthful radiance. Later, as Jonah, he became a rising star in the business world, admired by many. She had never seen him like this—so fragile, so silent. She knew she shouldn't have come. But in the end, she just couldn't stay away. No one would know, anyway. She just wanted a quick look. And now, seeing him like this, Hailey's eyes turned bloodshot.