The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 392

On one hand, Marian was anxious about her reputation potentially taking a hit, and on the other, the thought of the Frost family paying the price if the project tanked. Both prospects waged war within her, battling in a frenzy that she felt incapable of withstanding.

Neither outcome was something she could stomach.

She never imagined she'd have to face such fear and choices one day. She found herself in turmoil, feeling all out of sorts.

When Martin turned around, he noticed her complexion cycling between pallor and ghastliness. He couldn't help but furrow his brow, "What's up?"

Marian snapped back to reality and shook her head, "It's nothing. I've just been overtired from finalizing the revised plans and haven't been sleeping well."

Louis heard this and was immediately anxious, "Well, you must rest straight away. Don't run yourself into the ground over grandfather's sake."

Marian nodded, "Yes."

She said her goodbyes to Louis, Martin, and the others, then headed back to her

room.

Aaron got home, his mind buzzing with thoughts of Daniel being in the hospital. This was a golden opportunity to get closer with him.

Finding out which hospital Daniel was in wasn't tough for him.

Thanks to the two years since Sophia had married Brandon, Aaron, riding on the coattails of Brandon, had amassed an impressive network of contacts across various industries, a testament to his social savvy.

He made a few calls to his contacts at various hospitals and quickly found out where Daniel was staying, even got his room number, and learned that he was hospitalized due to a cerebral hemorrhage. Although now conscious, Daniel's condition was rumored to be unstable.

Aaron sensed his moment had arisen.

He happened to know a neurosurgery expert. If he could connect Daniel to this specialist and get him back on his feet, Daniel would owe him big time.

Flush with this exhilarating vision, Aaron meticulously prepared his gifts for visiting Daniel.

Daniel. His business had floundered in recent years, leading him

careful preparation was for naught; he was stopped just short

always sporting an amiable demeanor toward Daniel's entourage. He explained politely, "I'm Aaron, the brother of Chairman Crawley's daughter-in-law. I heard Chairman Crawley was under the weather, and I

a business card to show the bodyguards as evidence, a

at

but Chairman Crawley is

with Mr. Frost a couple

Crawley was feeling a bit better a few days back, but he's taken a turn for the worse," the taller bodyguard said while gently ushering Aaron away, "Please, we'll

Daniel's fluctuating health was the cause and feeling a twinge of worry himself. Without protest, he handed over his gift basket to the guards, "Then please deliver this for me, and tell Chairman Crawley to rest up and take care. If there's anything he needs, please reach out. I know a neurosurgery

thing, take care," the bodyguard amiably accepted the gifts, escorting him to the

of nowhere, Aaron suddenly yelled towards the hospital room, "Get well soon, dear father-in-law,

bodyguards nearly clapped a hand over

hospital bed, feeling downright miserable. His head ached, spun, and left him

just as she finally got him to take a small sip, Aaron's out-of-the-blue

his condition, Daniel spewed out a feeble curse and closed his eyes in agony, refusing to eat any

wrath, set down the bowl with a resounding thud and went to confront the intruder. But it was

who shoved her back inside, sparing the two from a face-to-face

Aaron's hospital visit to Daniel just minutes after

Aaron off, the bodyguard reported the whole scene to Brandon in

"How's Chairman Crawley now?"

was less of an act of goodwill than a

as before, no major changes," the

thanks for your

up with

consciousness- only to witness him re-enter the operating room for a second hemorrhage- Brandon hadn't

whether due to his mood or his age, the brain hematoma wasn't absorbing well, and

Daniel

ways; faced with the slightest pressure, he folded like a

involvement-he was a man who wasn't all bad but still a pain, frustratingly conniving, but couldn't read the