The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory-Chapter 17: Mid-stage Cancer (2)

"It can’t be a boyfriend," Zuri Ginger teased, "she’s engaged, there’s no way she’d be that indiscreet."

Her voice was soft and smiling, but it hadn’t defused an ounce of Charlotte Chester’s anger. Just as she was about to continue scolding, Mia Ginger turned her head, and walked straight towards the exit of the hall.

"Stop right there!" Charlotte shouted furiously, but Mia didn’t even look back, her pace quickening until Charlotte’s voice faded completely.

Finally enjoying some peace, she broke into a jog and flagged down a taxi by the roadside.

After giving the address, Mia leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes for about half an hour before the taxi stopped outside the hospital’s main entrance.

The six-story outpatient building stood tall in a semicircle. She got out of the car, thought for a moment, then entered directly.

She didn’t have a phone, which Louis Cox knew.

"Sister Mia!" A boy who had been waiting on the steps saw her and ran up, gasping, "Fourth Bro told me to wait for you here."

"Let’s go in, then." Mia Ginger forced a smile.

"Aunt Davis isn’t your real mom, right?" said the boy waiting, a year younger than her, called Little Patten. He was usually quite nosy, leading her onwards while saying, "But Aunt Davis raised you for over ten years. You should come back to see her sometimes. Plus, you left without a word, and Fourth Bro has been really frustrated and angry. You should say a few nice words to cheer him up."

"Little Patten." Mia Ginger stopped walking.

"Yeah?" Little Patten looked at her cheerfully, "Sister Mia, what is it?"

"Shut up." Mia Ginger gave him a glance, "Lead the way."

"Oh." Little Patten gave her a pitiful look, wanting to say more, but held back.

He led her to the injection room on the third floor.

Cloud Capital Fourth Hospital was one of the most renowned Grade A hospitals in the country. Naturally, patients who came from far and wide were numerous, and the outpatient injection room was particularly busy.

Despite the throngs of people in the corridor, Mia Ginger spotted Louis Cox at first glance.

He was tall and often wore a baseball cap in the summer, standing against the wall. Even with the brim of the cap pulled low over his face, he was very recognizable.

Having not seen him for nearly two months, Mia Ginger slowed her pace as she watched him from a distance.

Louis Cox seemed to sense her presence and suddenly lifted his gaze, turning his face slightly toward her direction. His eyes fixed on her, filled with sharp light.

"How is she?" Mia Ginger stopped in front of him and asked, looking up.

"She’s awake," Louis replied, one hand in his jeans pocket, walking towards the railing not far away.

Mia Ginger paused to think and then followed him.

Louis took a cigarette pack out of his pocket, but then glanced up at the "No Smoking" sign on the wall, cursed under his breath, and put it away.

He leaned against the railing, looking at Mia Ginger approaching.

He was used to being laid-back, casually leaning on the railing, his collar and neck exposing quite a bit of his tanned skin. As Mia Ginger looked up, her eyes met the dark tattoo on his neck.

A rose...

Mia Ginger looked away, "Thanks for today. How much do I owe you?"

"You?" Louis seemed too angry to speak, "You think I’m waiting here for a bit of medical fees?"

He was twenty-five, accustomed to smoking, and his voice always carried a low, hoarse note.

There was a kind of age-defying mature allure.

Handsome as well, tall with long legs, his face had sharp angles, young and striking, as captivating as his inherent easygoing charm.

Precisely because he was more handsome than intimidating, he often used a cap brim to shield his face, avoiding trouble and adding a mysterious imposing air, killing two birds with one stone.

However, Mia Ginger was never afraid of him and didn’t want to reply, so she simply stayed silent.

Louis was a bit at a loss, pulling the annoying brim of his cap to the side, bending down to meet her eyes. Seeing there was no emotion in them, he said helplessly, "Girl, Aunt Davis has cervical cancer, mid-stage."