Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy！
Chapter 252 Afraid that I will Vent My Anger on Him?

Just as she opened the door, Eva saw Adrian standing outside the restroom.

He was holding the IV drip himself.

When he saw her opening the door and coming out, there was a slight relaxation in his tense eyes.

Eva glanced at his pale and defeated face.

After a moment, she took the initiative to ask, "How many bottles are left?"

"Not sure. If you want to know, I can go check," he replied.

Without saying anything, Eva walked over to check the prescription after hearing his words.

After reading it, she said to Adrian, "This is the last bottle."

"Mm." Adrian replied, his gaze tightly fixed on her. Although she had just finished crying, he still felt her emotions were too calm.

"By the way, your clothes..." Eva said as she opened the cabinet. Then she found a set of new patient gowns from inside. "I accidentally got your clothes wet. I'm sorry. Do you want to change into a new set?"

Upon hearing this, Adrian lowered his gaze to look at the wet corner of his clothes, and then at Eva handing him the gown. He pursed his thin lips. "No need, they'll dry soon."

"You're already sick, getting cold will affect your recovery," Eva insisted.

Adrian stared at her and finally said, "I can't do it myself."

Only then did Eva remember that Adrian was still receiving an infusion, so it was indeed inconvenient for him to change clothes.

After a moment of silence, Eva took a dry towel and draped it over Adiran's shoulder. Although it had little effect, it was better than doing nothing.

Adrian hadn't expected that one day she would stand by his side, caring for him so calmly.

Suddenly, he felt that his ploy seemed to have worked well, but he also felt something was off.

She was suddenly too calm.

After a while, Eva took off the towel.

After putting down the towel, Eva said, "It's getting late. I have to go back."

Upon hearing this, Adrian's eyes tightened.

"Go back where?"

Subconsciously, Adrian gripped her delicate wrist, using a little more force.

After finally bringing her here, she wanted to leave again?

Looking at the hand held on her wrist, she slowly pulled her hand out after a moment.

"I have to go home."

But Adrian's grip was strong, and she couldn't pull her hand out at all.

Helpless, Eva said, "I'll come tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Adrian, who had been tense, relaxed.

"Really? You'll come tomorrow?"

"Yes," Eva nodded, "Didn't the doctor say you need to rest? I'll take care of you during this time."

Just as Adrian was about to ask why, Eva continued, "What would you like for breakfast tomorrow?"

Adrian's thoughts were interrupted. "Anything, I'll eat whatever you make."

"Alright, I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow, but I won't be able to come at noon."

"Have Jacob prepare it."

"Alright, then I'll head back today."

Adrian still didn't want her to leave. Even though he had relaxed, he didn't let go of her hand.

"You... live with him?"

Eva, of course, knew who he was referring to. She paused for a moment, then said, "No."

Relieved to hear the answer he wanted, Adrian let out a sigh of relief, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"Okay, then you can go." After speaking, he slowly let go of her hand.

"I'll leave now." After Adrian released her hand, Eva turned around and left without any hesitation.

The light in Adrian's eyes that had just brightened dimmed instantly.

Seeing Eva approaching the door of the ward, about to open it, Adrian called her back.

Eva paused and turned around. "What is it?"

"Will you come tomorrow?"

Eva paused for a moment and then replied, "Of course, I'll keep my word. Is there another question?"

Adrian pursed his lips and didn't speak again.

"Then I'll go now." Seeing that he didn't say anything more, Eva opened the door and left.

The ward fell back into silence.

Adrian lowered his eyes, his gaze filled with darkness.

As soon as she left the ward, Eva saw Jacob waiting outside.

Jacob was leaning against the wall, feeling complicated after speaking and doing something wrong, when he was called out.

As soon as he heard movement, he stood up straight and showed a guilty expression when he saw Eva. Then, hesitating, he looked at her and said, "Miss Hansen..."

Eva walked up to him nonchalantly and started talking.

Jacob listened attentively, nodding as he listened. "Okay, can I go buy food for Mr. Blackwood tonight?"

"Yes, if he still refuses to eat, tell him I won't come tomorrow."

"Okay, no problem. Thank you, Miss Hansen. Shall I escort you back?"

"No need." Eva directly declined his offer and left.

Jacob watched Eva's figure, feeling incredibly moved. He didn't expect Miss Hansen to be so kind. He had caused her so much trouble, yet she was still willing to come back and see Mr. Blackwood tomorrow.

Does this mean there is a chance Mr. Blackwood's illness can be cured? After Eva left, she turned the corner and stopped, leaning against the wall with a slightly pale face. She rested against the wall for a while before continuing forward. Despite consciously trying to control herself, her mind still dwelled on her grandmother's passing.

When Eva reached the entrance of the hospital, she unexpectedly bumped into Michael at the exit. When their eyes met, Eva was still somewhat taken aback. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I came to replace you," Michael said, taking her hand and leading her away from the hospital. Both of them remained silent on the way back. Michael didn't ask her why she went to the hospital, and Eva didn't question how he knew she was there. Some questions already had answers in their hearts, no need to ask further.

By the time they reached downstairs, it was already dark outside. Eva sat in the car without unbuckling her seatbelt, and Michael didn't rush her. After a while, he leaned over and helped her unfasten the seatbelt, whispering, "David should still be upstairs. Let's go."

With her seatbelt released, Eva had no choice but to follow him out of the car. Once they got out, Eva looked at Michael's profile and finally gathered her courage. "Wait, there's something I want to tell you."

"Eva," Michael didn't want to engage in conversation, avoiding the topic. "Whatever you have to say, can we discuss it later?"

"No." Eva shook her head. "Let's clear this up now."

A bitter smile appeared on Michael's lips. "Eva, please don't do this."

"It seems you already know what I want to say." Although it seemed cruel, Eva bit her lip and earnestly said, "Though you gave me three days to think about it, I made up my mind last night. We're not suitable for each other." Michael pursed his thin lips, his face devoid of any amusement.

"You made up your mind last night?" He laughed mockingly. "Or is this an excuse you made for him, afraid that I would hold him responsible?"