Davis nodded in agreement, for him, the proof of her identity as Santiago should go a long way to identify her relationship with Nora. "Grandpa," he called just as Bella tapped lightly on the door and pulled it open.
Davis swallowed the word that came to the tip of his tongue as he lifted his gaze to meet hers as she stood at the door. "Are you through with the discharge?"
"Yes," several doctors came in from behind her. A quick checkup was done on Elder Allen.
While the doctors were checking on Elder Allen, Davis’ phone dinged with a notification. As he opened the message, his brows furrowed at the content of the message.
Noting the change in his countenance, Jessica stared at him. "What happened?"
He glanced around the ward, and there were other people around. "We’ll talk later." Jessica didn’t need him to explain further.
Within a short time, Davis was done packing Elder Allen’s items in the ward. They all left the ward, boarded the elevator and stepped out as it dinged its arrival to the ground floor, the guards supported Elder Allen as they left the hospital lobby.
The night sky was already taking over the city, shrouding it with its dark hue. Several cars stood at the entrance of the hospital. Elder Allen and Bella boarded one, and Davis with Jessica in another.
Slowly, the car pulled away from the hospital, heading to Davis’ home.
In Davis’ car, the atmosphere was silent and uncomfortable. Davis was the total opposite of himself whenever he was with Jessica.
A glance at his face found his expression tense, his brow furrowed, his jaw tightened, his eyes staring into the distance, lost in thought.
Not comfortable with this silent Davis, Jessica sighed as she reached out her hand, taking his hand gently. "Why are you frowning since you were about to leave the hospital? What was the message you received?"
Davis took a deep breath, massaged his throbbing brow, his frustration evident in the roughness of his hand on his pressed temple.
Davis sighed and pulled her closer to him; he handed her his phone without saying anything. He couldn’t say anything at the moment.
Jessica sighed as she quickly entered her birthday to unlock his phone. With a slide, his mailbox came into view. Jessica quickly scanned through the mail.
Her gaze lifted to meet his. "Isn’t it just a business summit? Why is your face as though you are owed a billion bucks?" she teased.
"Don’t you think it came at the wrong time?" he asked, his gaze staring straight into the distance.
"Well, I didn’t see any wrong time in this summit. As a matter of fact, it came at the right and most proper time."
Davis chuckled at her choice of words. "Right and most proper time?"
Jessica raised a brow. "What do you think then?"
Davis offered no comment but simply shrugged.
"I think it will bring the Allen Group to the forefront of the business elite who are willing to cooperate to take their groups to greater heights," Jessica analyzed.
Davis wanted to give his reasons, but she placed her index finger over his lips. He let his tongue slide over it playfully, and she quickly withdrew her hand and glared at him.
Taking a breath, she continued, "Besides, it is not a summit that happens annually but in five years, meaning if you miss it now, you have to wait for the next five years. It is not worth missing."
Davis nodded. "That’s true, but then my wife is heavy at the moment, and it is not advisable to leave her behind, and at the moment, she can’t travel with me." He paused briefly. "Don’t you think it is wrong?"



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