The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 280

The door creaked open, revealing a startled Roxanne on the threshold.

Her grip on the door handle faltered slightly.

Despite her hesitation, she steeled herself, widened the door gap, and stepped in.

“Roxanne!”

Vincent, lying in bed, coughed a few times.

He wanted to explain something, but he didn't know where to begin, so he just glared at his son with a

look of frustration.

Harrison turned towards Roxanne, his gaze icy. “What are you doing here?”

Truth be told, Roxanne couldn't be truly nonchalant in front of Harrison.

After all, he was the only man she had ever shared a bed with.

The only man she had ever loved.

It was difficult to be completely unfazed.

But on the surface, she put on an air of calm and composure.

Approaching Vincent's bedside, she said, “Dad’s sick. Can’t I come and check on him?”

Vincent shot Harrison a look, a warning not to be too brusque. “I asked Roxanne to come.”

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then.”

“Did I say you could leave?” Vincent retorted, before being seized by another violent coughing fit.

Roxanne grew worried. “Zoey, do we have any cough medicine?”

Zoey quickly came forward with the medicine. “Yes, yes, we do.”

There were many different bottles.

Roxanne, looking worried, asked Zoey how to administer the medication. After dividing the medicine,

she poured some warm water and handed it to Vincent.

“Dad, take your medicine. I want you to get better so I can bring Angela to see you. If you're still sick, I

wouldn't dare bring Angela.”

Children have weaker immune systems.

Besides, mentioning Angela would surely make Vincent eager to see her.

He would naturally take his medicine.

“I’ll take it, right away.”

Vincent grabbed a handful of pills, downed them with water, and then looked at Zoey. “Zoey, didn't the

doctor say it would be best for me to get an IV? Go get the doctor and arrange it for me.”

The sooner he got better, the sooner he could see his beloved granddaughter.

Seeing him so cooperative, Roxanne breathed a sigh of relief.

This tactic indeed worked.

As Zoey was about to fetch the doctor, Roxanne stopped him. “Zoey, I’ll go get the doctor.”

She also wanted to get a better understanding of Vincent's condition.

Meanwhile, Harrison, who had previously declared he was leaving, was still standing in the hospital

room.

Roxanne passed by him without giving him a glance as she left the room.

Harrison suddenly felt invisible.

A strong sense of defeat filled him.

Thinking about Roxanne being with Dominic, a suffocating feeling arose.

It felt like his lungs were about to burst.

Vincent saw his gloomy face and glared at him.

“Didn’t you say you were leaving? Why are you still here?”

He didn't know why he was still there.

Perhaps it was because Roxanne was there.

He turned around. “I'll go get the doctor.”

Roxanne managed to find Vincent's primary physician.

She inquired about Vincent's various health conditions.

Then she took notes on the precautions that should be taken.

Harrison stood at a distance, watching her quietly.

For a long time, just being able to watch her from afar was enough to soothe his heart.

But now, even breathing was difficult.

Suppressing all his emotions, he walked over.

Roxanne thanked the doctor and headed back.

Coming face-to-face with Harrison, she slowed down.

In a calm tone, she told him, “The doctor is preparing the IV for dad. He'll be in the room soon.”

Harrison gave a noncommittal hum, suppressing his emotions, and responded, “I was too harsh earlier.

I apologize.”

“It’s alright.” Her face showed no emotion. “I didn’t take it to heart.”

She looked down and noticed the fresh blood trickling down his palm.

He must've cut himself while picking up the shattered glass earlier.

The wound seemed deep.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be continuously bleeding, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

She lifted her gaze, meeting his deep, penetrating eyes.

“You should get that wound treated. You don’t want it to get infected.”

“Are you concerned about me?”

Harrison frowned, locking eyes with her.

Just then, a nurse passed by.

Seeing the blood dripping from Harrison's palm, she quickly parked her cart.

“Sir, your hand is bleeding. Is it serious? Let me help you dress it.”

The nurse hurriedly took out some cotton and iodine to stop the bleeding.

“Thank you.” He took the tweezers holding the cotton and wiped his wound. “I can do it myself.”

Seeing him clean and disinfect the wound, Roxanne relaxed her furrowed brows.

She then turned around and headed back to the room.

By the time Harrison returned to the room, several minutes had passed.

Vincent was already receiving his IV.

Roxanne was beside him, helping him cut his nails.

Her head was lowered, focused on the task at hand, yet she couldn't help but glance towards the door.

On Harrison's immaculate shoes were a few spots of blood.

Looking up, she saw his right hand wrapped in bandages.

She then withdrew her gaze and calmed herself, continuing with cutting Vincent's nails.

“Dad, Zoey told me you've been non-cooperative since you've been hospitalized. You can't be like this

next time. If you don't take good care of yourself, your granddaughter might follow in your footsteps.”

Vincent realized she was right. He needed to cherish his health.

Only then could he live a long life and spend more time with his beloved granddaughter.

As for the issues between his son and daughter-in-law, the rift between them was deep and repairing it

would take time.

Fortunately, they still had a child together.

He shouldn't be so anxious.

Roxanne chatted with him, mostly about Angela.

The topic that Vincent was most interested in was also Angela.

Talking about his granddaughter put a smile on his pale face, which had been sickly for several days.

Harrison sat by quietly, listening and observing.

It wasn't until Vincent’s IV was finished that Roxanne said her goodbyes.

Vincent motioned for Harrison to see her out. “Go walk her out.”

“There's no need.” Roxanne declined politely. “I drove here.”

"Let me walk you downstairs."

The two made their way to the hospital's ground-level parking lot.

The wind was pretty fierce.

Harrison slipped off his blazer, draping it over her shoulders, "It's blustery out, don't catch a cold."

"That's not necessary." Roxanne removed the blazer, stuffing it back into his hands.

Harrison scoffed, "Of course, you don't need it. You got Dominic now to keep you warm. He's thoughtful

and tender, isn't he?"

"Mr. Rodriguez, it seems you have no right to ask me that." Roxanne puffed out her chest.

They agreed to maintain peace for Angela's sake.

But with Harrison's snide remarks, it was impossible for her to remain calm.

Those heartaches she had finally managed to forget, those moments begging him not to let go, they all

came rushing back.

"Why are you with Dominic? Do you love him?" Harrison's icy gaze bore into her, full of accusation.

Roxanne retorted, "Mr. Rodriguez, I have a question for you too. On your engagement day with Nora, if

she hadn't rejected you, if she hadn't left, would you still be standing here in front of me?"