Chapter 318

"Mister Atherton, the artist director of Monique Entertainment is here again. He still wishes to talk business with you, saying that he won't leave until he sees you. What should we do?" said Edwin's assistant over the phone.

Edwin's beautiful peach eyes narrowed slightly. Monique Entertainment? Was that not the agency of that stupid woman, Joanne Winters?

It was said that Monique Entertainment was facing bankruptcy due to poor management. Moreover, most of the artists under its banner were also terrible.

"Let him wait," replied Edwin. "Have the secretary prepare some tea for him."

"But if he comes every day-"

"Let him wait since he likes waiting so much. I have all the time anyway," said Edwin. He glanced in the direction where Joanne disappeared to and drawled, "Also, spread the words. Whoever dares to lend money to Monique Entertainment will have to deal with me."

The assistant was even more shocked this time.

Did Edwin bear some sort of hatred for Monique Entertainment or something? Why did it feel as if he was deliberately targeting it?

Catelyn rested for a while in the afternoon. With her eyes closed, she could sense someone moving around her.

The female nurse was changing the infusion bottle for Catelyn. This was the last bottle. When Ollie learned that Catelyn was sick, he could not wait for Eason to pick him up and bring him to Catelyn. As the nurse was changing the infusion bottle, she lowered her voice and gently reminded Catelyn, "Miss, please be careful with your movements."

The female nurse looked at the little boy, who was a little taller than the edge of the bed, and her heart almost melted.

Catelyn was already awake at this moment. "Little Ollie?" Catelyn's eyes flickered with surprise with a hint of worry. She did not want her son to know that she was sick. Ollie felt disappointed when he realized Catelyn was awakened. Immediately, he went to pick up a glass of warm water and handed it to her. "Mommy, did I wake you?" "I've slept for a long time, and I should've woken up earlier," replied Catelyn.

She sat up from the bed and took the warm water from him.

Ollie would only address Catelyn as 'Mommy' when the both of them were alone, and this moment was a rare mother-son moment.

Catelyn felt really thirsty after waking up and thus drank half a glass of water in one gulp. It was just plain water, but at this moment, it tasted like it was a heavenly sweet nectar to Catelyn. Seeing Catelyn drinking the water so quickly, Ollie could not help but worry that she was still dehydrated. He stretched out his small hands and took the cup from her, asking, "Do you want more water?" Catelyn actually had enough water, but when she saw Ollie's hopeful eyes, she nodded to him. "Yes, please."

Ollie did not question her as he quickly ran to the dispenser to fill another cup up. This time, it was a full glass of water. Ollie stared at Catelyn, his large black eyes unblinking. Catelyn felt a little messed up within. She took the cup and drank the water. As she finished, she felt so bloated that her belly even made gurgling noises. Ollie scratched his head. Why was Mommy drinking so fast? Did she eat something too salty earlier? "I'll get you another cup," said Ollie as he took the cup from Catelyn's hand again.

Catelyn's mind was clear at this point, and she could finally think straight. If she had another drink, she would have vomited. She waved her hands hastily. "No, I'm not thirsty anymore," said Catelyn. "Anyway, how did you know that I'm in the hospital?"

"Last night, Grandpa Albert prepared some breakfast meal for my father, and I overheard him telling him to send it to the hospital," said Ollie. He paused for a moment and quickly added, "I didn't tell Miles. I was afraid he'd come to see you too, and that'd be troublesome."

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