Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 639 Miss Sterling, please go see Young Master Morris...
He still stands there waiting for her, waiting for her to come back, to return to his side.
In Malcom Moore’s long narrow eyes, a crystal tear falls, "Honey, come back, please..."
He stands in his world of pain alone, continuously calling for the love living in his heart, who is determined to stay away, "Luna, I beg you, come back to me..."
Stephen Foster stood there in shock.
What did he see?
The president... actually cried!
Connecting to the recent events, Stephen Foster also guessed some things.
Stephen Foster did not dare to ask more, nor dared to mention sending Malcom Moore to the hospital.
As if he had never appeared, he turned around and left, closing the hotel room door.
After leaving Malcom Moore’s hotel room, Stephen Foster did not return to his own room but went to the hospital, the place of the woman who captivated and obsessed Malcom Moore.
Due to the events in recent days, Stephen Foster was quite aware; in River City, who didn’t know about the president and Miss Sterling’s affairs?
And now after the president found Miss Sterling, he didn’t return, which worried him.
He knew yesterday the president fought for Miss Sterling and even sent a man to the hospital.
And Miss Sterling is taking care of that foreign man.
Now the president has a fever, constantly thinking of Miss Sterling.
He must go and bring Miss Sterling here.
But before going to the hospital, while passing through the hotel lobby, Stephen Foster learned another thing.
As he just reached the hotel lobby, the manager of the hotel lobby came over with concern, "Assistant Foster, is Mr. Morris alright?" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
Stephen Foster looked at the lobby manager, not understanding why he asked that.
"Oh, it’s like this." The hotel lobby manager said slowly looking at Stephen Foster: "This morning, when Mr. Morris came back from outside, he was drenched, probably rained on his way back. And as soon as he returned, he asked me for a bottle of wine..."
After saying this, the lobby manager asked, "So I want to ask, does Mr. Morris have a cold? Is there a need to call a doctor?"
Malcom Moore and Stephen Foster are staying in a seven-star hotel, where the service is undoubtedly excellent.
And Malcom Moore’s room is the presidential suite of this hotel, specially managed by the lobby manager.
So it was normal for the lobby manager to ask this question.
Stephen Foster looked at the lobby manager and shook his head, "No, the president doesn’t need a doctor."
When Stephen Foster arrived at the hospital, Serena Sterling was just walking out.
She carried a thermal container, planning to go back to the apartment to cook some soup for Michael.
Seeing Serena Sterling’s figure, Stephen Foster immediately rolled down the car window and called out, "Miss Sterling!"
Hearing someone calling her, Serena Sterling stopped walking.
After parking the car, Stephen Foster opened the car door and got out.
He walked up to Serena Sterling and directly stated his purpose, "Serena Sterling, the president drank a lot of wine, and now he has a high fever that won’t go down, lying on the hotel room floor, and..."
Serena Sterling knew Stephen Foster.
During her passionate relationship with Malcom Moore, she had met this assistant beside him.
Hearing Stephen Foster say that Malcom Moore had a high fever and was lying on the room floor, Serena Sterling’s heart couldn’t help but ache.
However, she directly ignored the discomfort this caused her, her expression cold as she looked at Stephen Foster and interrupted him, "His matters have nothing to do with me, feverish, just take him to the hospital."
Stephen Foster sighed, "Miss Sterling, if I could take him to the hospital, would I be running here?"
Serena Sterling heard Stephen Foster’s grievances.
But she didn’t want to care.
She looked at Stephen Foster, politely spoke, "Assistant Foster, I have things to do, I’m leaving."
Seeing Serena Sterling about to leave, Stephen Foster immediately said, "Miss Sterling, the president won’t let me take him to the hospital, he’s burning with fever and keeps muttering your name!"
Serena Sterling frowned.
This Malcom Moore!
Fevered and not going to the hospital, what exactly is he trying to do?!
He himself hit a person and considers it reasonable!
Wanting to gain her sympathy, playing the bitter-meat trick?
But now, she is no longer the Serena Sterling of before!
Serena Sterling’s expression was entirely cold, "Since he won’t let you take him to the hospital, you should find a doctor to go over, not me."
Stephen Foster immediately felt dissatisfied.
He looked at Serena Sterling and began to accuse.
"Miss Sterling, since coming to Milan, the president hasn’t had a proper meal, nor has he had a good sleep."
"Do you know? Originally, we planned to return the next day after coming here. But after the president met you here, he changed the itinerary. He said you’re here, wanted to bring you back."
"Since that day, he goes out looking for you every day. But there was one day he came back, utterly disheartened. He drank bottle after bottle, getting drunk and waking up, again and again..."
"Because of the long delay, the company is already in chaos. The shareholders are causing a ruckus, saying they haven’t seen the president for a week."
"I privately booked a flight ticket, wanting to persuade the president to return. But he told me to cancel the ticket, saying he’d wait for two more days... This morning, he came to the hospital looking for you, and on his way back, he got drenched by rain, fell ill just like that."
After saying all this, Stephen Foster looked at Serena Sterling, pleading not too kindly, "Miss Sterling, if the president continues like this, I cannot answer to the chairman. So I beg you, can’t I? Go and persuade the president, let him go to the hospital..."
"I have long since broken up with your president, his matters have nothing to do with me." Serena Sterling said harshly, then left directly.
Stephen Foster followed Serena Sterling’s steps, stubbornly persuading, "Miss Sterling, even if you’ve broken up, given the president’s infatuation and longing for you..."
Serena Sterling said nothing and got into a taxi.
Stephen Foster watched the cold-hearted Serena Sterling on the taxi, finally saying, "Miss Sterling, we are staying at the Merton Hotel, if you change your mind, go to room 1808 and see the president."
Returning to the apartment, Serena Sterling had no mood to cook soup for Michael.
She called the restaurant, letting them directly send food over.
Afterward, she turbulently bathed and went to the balcony wearing pajamas and slippers.
Standing on the balcony, gazing at the stars and moon in the night sky, her mind was full of Stephen Foster’s words and the feverish man lying on the ground.
"Forget it, Uncle Chángqīng only has this one son, can’t let him burn foolishly! Just consider it for Uncle Chángqīng, she’ll go visit that man one last time." With this thought, Serena Sterling turned away from the balcony.
