Long Time, My Baby

Chapter 2399: Worried About Willow

Sirius sensed that Jasper did not want to talk. Given his current condition, he could not communicate either. Hence, Sirius could only stay by his side and lend a hand when needed.

Though the patient had just woken up, he fell asleep again due to mental exhaustion.

Three days had passed in the blink of an eye. Willow had cried so much that her eyes were inflamed, and Anastasia had to call a doctor to the house to examine her. Her beautiful big eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep.

The entire Presgrave Family was heartbroken, but they felt helpless.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Jasper was able to get out of bed and move around. Most of his time was spent sitting in the garden, and no one knew what he was thinking. Antoine had assigned men to keep an eye on him. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

During that time, he could not wander around freely, and Antoine had also confiscated his phones and laptops, not allowed to use any devices because they could affect his emotions.

Especially now that Jasper could not contact Willow. He was certainly thinking about her, reminiscing many of their memories together. He had never known that once he left her, he would miss her so badly that he felt his love for her grew.

It was as if she was the light of his life, and without her, his heart returned to darkness. He did not know the direction of his future or the meaning of his life.

The fifth day arrived.

Willow was about to head to Jasper's villa, having a premonition that he had not died. Everyone must've deceived me. There's no way he could've died so easily.

She also wondered whether her father and brother had received incorrect information or if the organization had deliberately spread fake news that Jasper had passed away. He was so powerful and was the strongest man she had ever seen. No, he could not have left so abruptly.

These days, she had been comforting herself with these thoughts—he was alive, and it was misinformation. He should still be in the world, lying in some hospital. He has to be around still.

Given the situation, Jared had sent eight bodyguards to escort her since she did not need her family to accompany her. She knew the access code and entered without allowing the bodyguards to follow. She walked through the place alone, and the flowers and plants seemed to have withered even more. Then, she arrived at Jasper's room, which had gathered some dust. That sight wrenched her heart as she sat on the couch, unable to hide her grief.

"You're alive. I believe you'll come back to me, Jasper. If you're still here, please come back to me," Willow spoke to the air, took a piece of paper from her bag, and placed it on the table. She knew that if Jasper were to return someday, he would see it.

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In the hospital, Jasper looked at the two guards standing not far away. They were sent by his uncle, and he urgently needed to know about Willow's situation. However, Antoine had been preventing him from doing so.

The feeling of longing grew stronger. If he did not receive news about Willow, he knew he would go crazy. He could refrain from appearing before her, but he had to know her condition. He wanted to hear if she was doing well, if she was sick, or if she was eating properly.

If she was fine, he would be prepared to withdraw from her life and would not disturb her anymore. He just needed to know these things for now.

In actuality, it would be easy if Jasper wanted to lose the two guards. Two minutes later, he walked out of the lobby wearing a doctor's uniform and a mask. He shattered a car's window and quickly left the hospital. The entire area was under surveillance, but he did not hide. Instead, he headed straight for his nearby residence.

When Antoine received the report from his subordinates, he saw a photo of Jasper leaving. He could not help but sigh; his nephew had slipped away once again. Quickly, he picked up his phone and left. By then, Jasper had returned to his home. He took a laptop and tried to log in, only to find that his account had been locked.