Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 196: Don’t Worry, I’ll Bring Her Back Soon

Chapter 196: Chapter 196: Don’t Worry, I’ll Bring Her Back Soon

Charles Jenson gave a wry smile; like Summer Lowell, Vivian Sullivan was also no pushover.

These days, he had put in so much effort, yet his relationship with Vivian Sullivan remained stagnant.

The nurse doing rounds came out, and Charles called her over: "Is the Miss Lowell inside awake?"

The nurse nodded: "Yes, she’s awake and talking with her friend now."

"She’s awake, President Sinclair." Charles nudged Maxim Sinclair with his arm, "This is a good chance, hurry and go in!"

Maxim Sinclair took a deep breath, stepped forward, then found himself shut out.

Vivian Sullivan leaned halfway out, coldly glaring at Maxim Sinclair: "Summer is feeling very unwell right now and can’t take any stress. If you don’t want her to die, don’t go in and disturb her."

"Vivian Sullivan! I’ve said it many times, the issue between President Sinclair and Miss Lowell is none of your business!"

Charles hurried over and tugged at Vivian Sullivan’s shoulders, "Either come out or go in, open the door, President Sinclair is very worried about Miss Lowell."

"Charles," Maxim Sinclair intervened, "Miss Sullivan, how’s Summer doing exactly? Is her head still hurting?"

"It hurts a lot, and your presence will only make it worse. I don’t care what grudges are between you two, but for her health’s sake, I can’t let you go in and disrupt her further."

Maxim Sinclair responded with a grunt, calling over Dr. Jacobs who had been standing by, "Please pay attention to her condition, look after her well, and call me if there’s anything."

"Sure thing, President Sinclair, don’t worry, I’m on duty these days and will keep a close watch on Miss Lowell’s condition."

Maxim Sinclair felt somewhat assured, looking at Vivian Sullivan who was still cautious: "I won’t disturb Summer. You are her most valued friend, and she’s lost her memory; you’re the only one around who genuinely cares for her. So please take good care of her and help her recover soon."

Vivian Sullivan already had a poor impression of him, and hearing this didn’t move her, but rather slightly angered her.

"Belated concern is worthless. President Sinclair can put on a show now, but where were you before? If it weren’t for you pushing her, would Summer have ended up in this situation?"

Oh boy.

Vivian Sullivan really isn’t afraid of anything.

Charles felt anxious watching from the side, desperately wanting to cover Vivian Sullivan’s mouth.

Maxim Sinclair glanced at Charles and couldn’t help but chuckle, "Charles is quite fond of you, see how worried he is when you say these things in front of me."

Vivian Sullivan noticed Charles’ reaction, stubbornly snorted, "You are all the same, no need to put on a show in front of me."

One can imagine what Justin Huxley has been doing using his usual facade in front of Vivian Sullivan.

But now isn’t the time to explain.

Maxim Sinclair glanced through the glass at Summer Lowell lying in bed, reluctantly turning his gaze away.

He was still somewhat uneasy.

He truly wanted to bring Summer back to his side right now, to take good care of her and ensure she wouldn’t be used again.

Vivian Sullivan blocked his view with her hand, showing no mercy, "President Sinclair, with your status, you won’t lack women. It’s been tough for Summer to survive up to now; if you’re just after a moment’s novelty, please spare her."

Maxim Sinclair’s face became frosty: "She once told me you’re very intelligent, excelling in academics. And since you’re in medicine, you should be good at judging people, so how could you be so easily fooled?"

Vivian Sullivan, already resentful because of Summer’s situation, retaliated upon hearing this.

Charles, familiar with her temper, immediately covered her mouth as she was about to speak, "Oh dear, please spare us the drama!"

"Get off me, what’s our relationship? Why do you think you can manage me?"

Maxim Sinclair looked at the two entangled in front of him, impatiently saying, "You both quiet down. There’s a patient inside needing rest, any further noise and you’ll all be kicked out."

Vivian Sullivan snatched her hand back, pushing Charles to the side with such force that she staggered forward a few steps as well.

Thankfully, the nurse beside her caught her on time, preventing her from falling.

Inside the ward, Summer Lowell heard the commotion at the door and became concerned for Vivian Sullivan, calling out, "Vivian, are you okay?"

Maxim Sinclair placed his hand on the door handle, then withdrew it, signaling to Vivian Sullivan: "She’s calling for you, go in and look after her quickly."

"You don’t need to tell me that," Vivian Sullivan replied irritably, then glared at Charles, "And you, stop meddling in my affairs!"

Maxim Sinclair blocked Vivian Sullivan as she was about to go in, lowering his voice, "She doesn’t have her memory now. As her friend whom she cares about, you should help her avoid danger. You might not believe this, but I’ll say it anyway, be wary of Justin Huxley, don’t let him sell you out while you’re counting money."

Vivian Sullivan was about to mock him, but seeing Maxim Sinclair’s earnest expression stopped her.

Maxim Sinclair stepped aside, "Summer is in your care. This won’t be for long; in a while, I’ll arrange for her to be taken care of beside me. But during this time, you must take good care of her. The Huxley Family is like a pitfall, and she’s too naive, I’m afraid she might suffer there."

Summer Lowell, not seeing Vivian Sullivan coming in, urged while trying to get out of bed.

The nurse attending to the IV quickly stopped her, opening the door to prompt Vivian Sullivan, "Caretaker, come in please, the patient is calling you."

"Go on in," Maxim Sinclair nodded, "Keep what I told you to yourself, observe with your mind, then decide if I’m fooling you."

Charles, seeing Vivian Sullivan in a daze, hurriedly pushed her in, fearing she might impulsively say something inappropriate, which he wouldn’t be able to save her from.

Summer Lowell waved Vivian Sullivan over, "What’s going on? Who’s at the door? It sounded noisy, did you have a fight or something?"

Vivian Sullivan was still startled by Maxim Sinclair’s earlier glance.

Summer Lowell worriedly tugged her sleeve, "What’s wrong? Why do you look so off?"

"I’m fine," Vivian Sullivan snapped back to reality, smiled at her, "I’m just worried. With your current condition, the doctor is unsure when you’ll regain your memory. What should we do!"