Enchanted By His Charm

Chapter 277 277: Why Can’t I Be With Him?

The phone kept ringing, and she answered it, "Daisy."

"Dr. Irish, I need to speak to Mr. Dover." Daisy's voice was very serious.

Irish glanced at Joseph on the bed, nervous, but kept her voice calm. "He's not in any state to answer the phone right now."

Instead of asking more, Daisy said bluntly, "The failure of Mr. Dover's bid has reached the headquarters, and the board of directors has reacted very strongly to this incident. They are putting pressure on us, hoping for Mr. Dover to come forward and give an account to the board of directors."

On the phone, Daisy's tone was as smooth as usual, but her words were stuck in Irish's heart. She knew that Daisy was only a messenger, but she was still very unhappy when hearing this. The old people on the board of directors were quite capable of waiting. She couldn't imagine how the man in the hospital bed was going to address them. Trying to calm down, Irish said, "I'm sorry, he may not be able to explain it to the board at the moment."

At the other end of the line, Daisy paused with a touch of consternation in her tone. "What's the matter?"

"He was shot and is in the hospital, and he is still unconscious."

"What! How?"

She took a deep breath and explained what had happened in the daytime to Daisy over the telephone. When Daisy learned the details, she felt worried. She did not expect the situation to be so serious and didn't know what the board would do. "You know, the board has always wanted Mr. Lake to come back to take charge of the company,"

"At the moment, you'd have to work hard to influence the directors. They can't cross the river and then tear down the bridge." The more she said, the more agitated she became.

"Okay, I'll take care of it." Daisy heard her mood change and hurried to appease her. She paused and warned, "The outside world is still concerned about Mr. Dover's marital status. The incident between you two in South Africa has not been reported by the domestic media yet, so when you return home..." Daisy drifted off.

"I know what to do," she said, "I won't go out with him when I return home."

Daisy sighed and did not say much more. After the end of the call, she sat down and raised her hand, but she did not dare to touch his face for a moment. Deep in the bottom of her eyes, her sadness slowly gathered, and the stream trickled down to the bottom of her heart. At last, her fingers gently fell to his forehead, and she felt the warmth of the skin.

Men were always greedy. Because she had never been warm, she desired warmth. When she found that warmth, she hoped that it could last forever, but she forgot that good times were always short. If life was always so perfect, why did it highlight warmth and beauty? From the Light Town to South Africa, Joseph gave her an experience she had never lived before. His smile, seriousness, happiness, harshness, and every look made her never want to leave.

Women were best at filling ordinary monotonous days with memories of good things in the past. She felt she could do that too and waited patiently for the day she would be able to hold hands with him openly and brightly and not be criticized by others, no longer hurt by the gossip.

By the second day, Joseph still had not woken up. The doctor examined his wound again and said that everything had recovered well, but the patients' physiques were different, and the loss of so much blood in operation was catastrophic, so a short-term coma was normal.

Leo did not return home immediately and strolled leisurely into the ward. He accompanied Irish for a while and then left. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the original noisy hospital became quiet, even the wind outside the window had become lazy. Irish was a little sleepy, but she still raised her spirits to tell jokes to Joseph while he slept.

"I'll tell you another one. It was so funny when I heard it." Irish lay beside him, playing with his fingers, "One day a husband made his wife unhappy, the wife told him, 'get out of here!' The husband smiled and said, 'if I go away, who will talk to you?' The wife was angry and yelled, I'll let you go straight. No, back and forth!" At the end of the joke, she laughed.

Joseph did not respond, still quietly lying there, motionless. Irish sighed but still forced herself to be happy and said, "If I said this to you, how would you react?"

Joseph did not respond.

Irish clenched his hand and stared at his face for a moment, hoping he would open his eyes the next second. But the next second came as expected. Something moved, but it was Joseph's mobile phone vibrating. Irish took a look, hesitating to answer it. When she finally answered it, she heard a deep and kind voice that she had not heard for a long time. "Joseph?"

Irish clenched the phone tightly. This sound made her head ache. It was so strange to listen to her father's voice on the phone.

"Hello?"

Her voice was cold to the extreme, and she replied, "This is Irish."

Henry was obviously stunned and asked, after a long time, "Daisy reported the situation to me. Has he woken up yet?"

"No."

Henry was aware of her tone, and he felt embarrassed. Finally, after another several seconds, he asked, "Is it possible for him to come home for treatment?"

Irish clutched Joseph's hand and looked at him softly, but her words to Henry were as cold as ice. "That's not what you called to talk about."

Henry was startled; after a long time, he asked, "Isabel, how can you and Joseph be together?"

"Why can't I be with him?" she sneered.

Her question rendered Henry speechless.

"We are both your daughters. Don't you think Ruby gets too much and I get too little? Perhaps you forget that you've never been my father, and now you dare to question me that way?" Irish squinted, and her tone became sharper.

"Isabel, I don't mean to accuse you."

"You have no right to accuse me, either." Irish was like a hedgehog, spreading her thorns all over her body. "I will spend my whole life with Joseph. Didn't you say you wanted my forgiveness? Just urge Ruby to get divorced quickly."