The Enigmatic Return ( Nancy’s )
The Enigmatic Return By Juliana Spicy Chapter 413

Chapter 413 He Cares A Lot

Jean was caught off guard, yet instinctively, he quickly grabbed her waist.

Holding the pale-faced woman securely in his embrace, he clutched her tighter.

His voice tinged with anxiety as he softly called out to her, murmuring, “Neera…”

Neera shut her eyes. She had lost consciousness.

Everyone in the surrounding area was startled.

Frederic exclaimed, “What happened to her? Quick! Doc, you need to check on her!”

Coincidentally, the doctor stepped out of the operating room just then. Without delay, he approached and examined Neera.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he assured them, “She’s okay; don’t worry about it. She’s overworked. She just needs proper rest to recover.”

However, Jean was still worried. He carried her in his arms and directed, “The ward next to my mother’s is vacant. Get her that room!”

After issuing his command, he carried her to the ward before others could respond.

lan closely trailed behind his boss.

Witnessing the scene, Kyra was consumed with envy. She could see that Jean cared a lot about her. Judging by his anxious demeanor, evidently he held her dearly in his heart.

Dandy, visibly upset, furrowed her brows and remarked, “She just developed an antidote. Why is she so exhausted? Seriously? Honestly, it seems like she’s just putting on an act. Such a scheming bit ch!”

Kyra pursed her lips and remained silent.

But no matter how bitter the two felt, in Jean’s eyes, he only saw Neera.

Neera was drained. She didn’t regain consciousness when the sky turned dark.

Jean remained by her side, not moving as much as an inch.

In actuality, he wanted to check on his mother.

Wrenn had been wheeled into the ICU. Only doctors and nurses could enter to prevent infections. Therefore, Jean had to give up on visiting her.

Consequently, Dandy and Kyra left since they had no opportunity to show their concern.

Frederic wanted to wait outside the ICU, but Jean persuaded him to leave for the sake of his well-being.

He persuaded him, “Dad, you’re old. You’ve been taking care of her tirelessly. If you don’t get some rest, you

won’t be able to hold on.”

Jean agreed, saying, “I wasn’t implying that you’re old, but you do appear worn out. Once mom is shifted to the regular ward and spots how weary you seem, she won’t stop fussing over you. Besides, you won’t be much help to her if you’re sick, would you?”

Frederic was speechless. He was finally persuaded.

In the end, he reluctantly agreed. The driver took him home to get some rest.

At night, Jean sat beside Neera’s bed. He observed her for a long time without shifting his gaze, lost in thought.

As it was approaching late night, lan walked in quietly and gently reminded him, “Sir, you should get some rest now.”

Jean flatly refused, saying, “I’m fine.”

Concerned about his health, lan tried to persuade him indirectly.

“Sir, I understand your concern for Ms. Garcia, but have you overlooked her order? You couldn’t wear yourself out. You haven’t been getting enough rest recently because of your mother. If you refuse to get some rest, she would be mad when she replaces out. I wouldn’t know how to justify that to her.”

Jean responded when he mentioned Neera.

He stared at her briefly and finally spoke softly, “I’ll take a nap on this chair.”

Though not fully persuaded, lan finally sighed in relief when Jean was willing to get some rest.

He quickly fetched a blanket and handed it to Jean.

Jean took it and placed it on his lap.

He gently adjusted Neera’s quill before he got some rest.

Then he noticed the gauze on Neera’s palm. It had loosened and revealed the wound beneath.

There were some scratched wounds with blood seeping out, it was a gruesome sight to watch.

He frowned unconsciously.

This wound was hastily treated. Apparently, she got it before the surgery.

His heart ached when he recalled that she had performed surgery on his mother with such an injury.

After a while, he instructed with a low voice, “Go and fetch me some bandages and medicine.”

“Understood.”

Soon, lan returned with the items.

Jean took it from his assistant.

He gently pulled Neera’s hand toward him and began to apply the medicine to her wound. His movements were gentle and delicate, as if he were handling a precious treasure.

Unaware of this, Neera was soundly asleep. There was no response from her as he attended to her wound.