18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 402

Daniel had never been one to spill the beans, which is probably why he'd climbed so high up the ladder.

"I'm the head nurse," Vanessa reiterated, her tone as firm as her position demanded.

Stella, however, was less than polite in her response. "I think you've got it wrong. You're not the head nurse; you're more like the neighborhood busybody-always sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."

The harshness of Stella's words took Vanessa by surprise, visibly shaking her composure.

Everything that needed to be said had been laid out clear as day. If Daniel was really sick and in the hospital, people would probably be queuing up to take care of him. Why should Stella trust this elusive woman standing before her? Her features were plain, but her forehead might as well have had 'schemer' written across it.

As Vanessa turned to leave, she urgently said, "Stella, I'm not lying. Mr. Daniel is in the hospital with a bleeding ulcer because he's overworked himself."

"And how is that my problem?" Stella retorted, unfazed. "It's not like I'm the one who worked him to the point of a bleeding ulcer."

"But you're his daughter-the only person he truly worries about and can't let go of."

Stella remained unmoved, her sarcasm biting. "What are you, the neighborhood busybody?"

Vanessa was taken aback by Stella's aggressive stance, but remembering her purpose, she gritted her teeth and confessed, "If it weren't for the sudden catastrophe, he and I might already be married."

The news hit Stella like a thunderbolt, pausing her in her tracks.

Vanessa's demeanor was awkward, yet she managed to speak with a semblance of calm, "I came without his knowledge. He's had a hard life, burdened with too much responsibility, and he's lost himself in it all. The only time he smiles freely is when he speaks of you. I hope you'll go to see him, to encourage him to take better care of himself."

After a meaningful look at Stella, Vanessa briskly walked away.

Stella stood by the door for a moment before closing it and heading upstairs.

exercising, checking all her escape

sunless morning, she muttered to the

day before but didn't

not every emotion could be shared

was to

brought it up, he asked, "Do you want to visit

him, I wouldn't have

get breakfast and get dressed.

provisions. Yet Stella went to

the commander, she asked, "Do you have an appointment?" "No," Stella hesitated, "If it's too much trouble, never

couldn't arrange it; they simply didn't have the authority. "Perhaps you could get in touch with the commander's secretary?" Right, it was the secretary's job to cater to the commander's needs. If she knew where to find Mark, would she be asking at the reception desk? Just as Stella was about to leave, a nurse rushed over,

It was Vanessa.

is undergoing tests,

not to let Stella change her mind, Vanessa quickly delegated her responsibilities to other nurses. Stella followed her to

his tests, but outside his room was a crowd waiting to report

people, all sporting badges

Mark hurried over to greet

and he's still got all this work to do?" Stella's smile didn't

to intervene, but life-or-death

Mark had expedited all non-critical

later,

was testament to his fatigue, and having just taken his medication, he had

walked in, what she saw was a weary old man worn

quietly, careful not to startle

bedside table, revealing a corner

with medicines; enough to

condition wasn't immediately fatal, but his