The Billionaire's Temptation: Love, Family and Revenge-Chapter 38: A hospital surprise

The urgency in his voice left no room for hesitation—everyone knew how critical this situation was whenever their boss needed prorridge.

Elena happily checked on the pot of rice she was cooking, a content smile on her face as she cheerfully whistled her favorite tune.

"Miss Elena, you look so happy today," the head chef, Ma Agnes, observed with a warm smile, noticing Elena’s unusually cheerful demeanor.

"Oh yes, I’m excited to take this to Ford," Elena replied enthusiastically. "He didn’t eat anything this morning, and I’m sure he’ll..." She didn’t get the chance to finish her sentence before a servant girl suddenly burst into the kitchen, breathless and wide-eyed.

"Ma Agnes!" the girl called out urgently to the elderly chef, her voice shaky with panic.

"What’s the matter? Why are you panting like that?" Ma Agnes asked, her expression shifting from curiosity to concern. Even Elena furrowed her brows, wondering what could have caused the girl to rush in so frantically.

"Sir Morgan instructed me to tell you to prepare hot porridge for Sir Ford," the girl reported hurriedly.

"What? Is he sick?" Ma Agnes asked, alarm creeping into her voice.

"Yes, ma’am, I believe so. Sir Morgan seemed very worried too—and you know porridge is always prepared when Sir Ford falls ill," the girl explained, her voice laced with fear and uncertainty.

Before they could process the news, the butler suddenly entered the kitchen, his presence commanding immediate attention.

"Is the porridge ready yet?" he asked sharply, his tone filled with urgency.

"Is Ford alright?" Elena asked quickly, her cheerful mood evaporating into immediate concern.

"The driver called and said Sir Ford fainted and was rushed to the hospital," the butler revealed gravely.

"What? How could that happen?" Elena asked, stunned by the unexpected news. Her heart clenched with worry, struggling to comprehend how Ford could have collapsed so suddenly.

"Has the porridge started cooking yet?" the butler asked again, more insistent this time.

"I’ll handle it—don’t worry," Elena replied, regaining her composure. She swiftly brought out a clean pot and set to work, pouring her focus into preparing the porridge with urgency and care. Every movement was precise and determined, her heart heavy with concern for Ford and how he was doing.

"Thank you, Miss Elena. Ma Agnes, please assist her as well," the butler instructed before swiftly exiting the kitchen, his urgency leaving a heavy tension behind.

As Elena focused on cooking, her mind raced with worry and confusion. How and when did he fall sick? The question gnawed at her, the concern growing heavier with each passing moment.

Then, suddenly, it hit her—the night she had nursed him. She remembered clearly how he had been running a high temperature. A wave of guilt washed over her. How could I have forgotten so quickly?

Shaking her head in regret, she silently berated herself for not following up on his health sooner. The signs had been there, yet she had brushed them aside, assuming he would recover on his own.

Now, every stir of the porridge made her worry the more. She hurried through the preparation, pouring all her focus and care into the meal, her anxiety building with every second.

I need to see him soon, she thought desperately, hoping that his sickness wasn’t so bad.

After a while of cooking Elena was done with preparing the portage.

"Am done with cooking, give me some minutes let me hurriedly change into something neater" she told the butler who was as already set to leave to go deliver the food.

"Follow me? You don’t need to stress yourself. You’ve done enough already Miss Elena and Sir Ford would be grateful for your help" he told her.

"No please don’t stop me or persuade me not to come. My mind is made up and I would truly want to see him" she informed the butler who didn’t push further anymore he just accepted her words.

He knew it was of no need asking her to stay back. She wanted to see him earlier in the morning and this was her opportunity.

"I will be waiting by the car," he informed her.

Rushing upstairs, Elena hastily grabbed the first suitable dress she could find. She didn’t want to keep the butler waiting or give him any reason to make excuses for leaving her behind.

They had been on the road for a while and were nearing the hospital when Mr. Morgan, the butler, called out to the driver. "We’re almost there. In about ten minutes, we should arrive," he informed him.

"We? Are you bringing someone else along?" the driver asked, glancing back curiously.

"Oh, yes, I am. Miss Elena said she would be coming with us," Mr. Morgan replied.

"Tag along? Why? You should have come alone!" he exclaimed in a worried tone, causing Sia to turn around, her curiosity piqued by what could have unsettled him so much.

Turning away from her, he stood up and walked a short distance, clearly agitated. "Miss Sia is here. You should have informed me that Miss Elena was coming along," he said in a hushed voice, trying to keep his concern hidden.

"What? And why didn’t you tell me she was there?" the butler asked, his voice now laced with worry.

"Who is there?" Elena asked, turning around in confusion, her curiosity now fully awakened.

"It’s nothing to worry about, Miss Elena," Mr. Morgan assured her with a forced smile, attempting to mask the anxiety that lingered behind his composed exterior.

"If you say so," Elena replied, though she wasn’t entirely convinced. She offered a small, polite smile in return.

"There’s nothing more to be done now. All we can do is hope for the best outcome," Mr. Morgan said, ending the call with a deep sigh. He took a moment to steady himself, fully aware that there was no excuse left to offer Elena, nor would he dare suggest she step back from the situation.

The driver, equally anxious, silently hoped for a positive result. Returning to the lobby, he sank into a chair, waiting patiently for the doctor to return with some good news.

After a while of waiting, the doctor finally walked in, wearing a warm smile. Sia and the driver immediately stood up, their curiosity heightened, eager to hear what he had to say.

"Calm down, there’s no need to panic, Mr. Ford—" the doctor began, but before he could finish his sentence, his eyes scanned the hall and lit up with recognition.

"Oh, Morgan, my friend!" the doctor called out from across the hall, his smile widening with genuine warmth.

Sia and the driver turned around, surprised to see Morgan and Elena approaching.

"Oh, Doctor Charles! It’s been a while—how have you been?" Morgan asked cheerfully as the two men embraced in a friendly hug.

"And isn’t this Elena? Wow. The last time we met, you were unconscious. I’m truly happy to see you looking so well," the doctor commented, clearly pleased by her recovery.

Smiling softly, Elena responded, "Thank you, sir." She assumed he must have been the doctor who had treated her after she fainted.

Morgan’s attention shifted as he noticed Sia staring at Elena with a confused, almost bewildered expression. He couldn’t believe Elena was actually back in the country. Despite the time that had passed, she still carried the same familiar aura.

Realizing that Sia’s curiosity was growing stronger with every passing second—and that she would soon begin to pry—Morgan quickly assessed the situation. His gaze met the driver’s, and it was clear they were thinking the same thing: they needed to redirect the conversation.

"So, Doctor Charles, what’s the situation with Sir Ford? I hope he’s alright?" the butler asked, deliberately shifting the focus away from Elena and faking concern to steer attention elsewhere.

"Oh yes, you all arrived at the perfect time. He’s stable now and out of danger," the doctor said, smiling reassuringly. "However, he still requires intensive care. He’s very weak at the moment and will remain on a drip for now. It’s important that he is fed properly and takes all his prescribed medication."

"Don’t worry, Doctor. I prepared something special for him," Elena replied with a gentle, innocent smile.

Sia couldn’t hold back her curiosity any longer. "You prepared his meal? Where was Ma Agnes during all of this?" she suddenly asked, her tone laced with suspicion.

Elena was caught off guard—it was her first time actually noticing Sia’s presence. It wasn’t so much the question that surprised her, but the fact that Sia knew the name of the head chef so well.