'I'm screwed.' A flicker of guilt crossed Annelise Valentine's face, but she quickly masked it with her usual imperious expression.
"Oh, I… I'm here for a follow-up on my stomach. It was bothering me yesterday."
Hugo Summers walked over and sat on the sofa beside her, his gentle gaze sweeping over her.
"Stomach problems? Is it serious? Why didn't you tell Jett? He could've just sent a family doctor to your house. Why come all the way to the hospital yourself?"
Annelise Valentine struggled to maintain her composure. "It's just a minor issue, and he's so busy. I came for a check-up myself just for peace of mind."
"You still need to take care of yourself. Should I have a doctor come see you?"
"You… have a doctor come?" Annelise was genuinely stunned this time, asking reflexively.
"That's right. This hospital is a Summers Family property."
Annelise: "…"
The composure she had fought so hard to maintain nearly crumbled.
'A Summers Family property?!'
