The Headline Queen: President Hawthorne is Her Die-Hard Fan!-Chapter 517: You’ll Be Fine

This is a man who loudly proclaims to contribute to all humanity but actually views human lives as ants, though he is exceptional at fishing for fame and compliments.

"Paige, in the future, just stay with me and stop thinking about Julian Hawthorne. I can give you everything."

He smiled, "I know you don’t want to right now, but that’s okay. I’ll make you one of my people, and I’ll let those back home and Julian Hawthorne know that we are on the same boat now. Maybe they won’t believe it at first, but over time, even if you go back, they won’t believe you anymore, so stop thinking about running away, okay?"

Furthermore, Paige couldn’t escape. He had been planning this for a long time to take Paige away, and this time he would not fail.

Henry Hale was particularly happy today, speaking more than usual, continuously talking.

But Paige didn’t say another word, remaining extremely quiet with her eyes closed.

The driver said, "Mr. Hale, Miss Sterling has fallen asleep with her eyes closed."

Of course Henry knew, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to tell Paige what was on his mind, as if not saying it now would mean never having the chance again, even though Paige didn’t seem eager to listen.

Paige slept soundly, and when she woke up, she was still in that small car, which was still moving forward.

Paige glanced outside; it was already getting dark.

It seemed Henry was planning to exploit some border loopholes to leave the country.

When Henry saw she was awake, he brought over bread and milk. He tore the bread into pieces and put it near Paige’s mouth, "Eat."

Paige turned her face away, and Henry frowned, "Paige, if you don’t eat, you’ll go hungry, which does you no good."

Paige said blandly, "Sorry, your hands are too dirty."

Henry glanced at his hands; they weren’t dirty, but it was true he hadn’t washed them.

With a helpless smile, he washed his hands with a bottle of mineral water, wiped them clean with a tissue, and then tore another piece of bread and brought it to Paige’s lips.

To be safe, the dose of the drug Henry injected into Paige was relatively large this time, so Paige was so weak that she had little strength to chew food, making her movements slow.

Henry was very patient, tearing the bread while feeding Paige milk.

As Henry said, not eating had no benefit, so Paige cooperated and ate two pieces of bread.

After eating, her cheeks were a bit sore from chewing for too long.

Once full, Paige ignored Henry as if he were invisible and closed her eyes to rest.

Henry knew she was very uncomfortable now and said, "Paige, I’m sorry."

After saying sorry, he added, "I had no choice but to do this."

Paige chuckled inwardly, oh yes, because you’re so strong, I’m forced to take such measures, so this is all your fault.

She used to think Henry wasn’t crazy, and at least half a gentleman, but now she thought Henry was completely idiotic.

She didn’t know what meaning it had for him to say such things.

It seemed like he tortured her for her own good, and she should be grateful.

If she didn’t express gratitude, she would be seen as ungrateful.

But Paige couldn’t be bothered to think about what was going on in Henry’s mind, she peacefully went back to sleep.

Having been injected with drugs, her spirits were low, as if only sleeping could make her feel slightly better.

Paige opened her eyes and glanced out the window again; it was completely dark as the car continued to drive.

During the journey, the driver stopped once to refuel, and the road afterwards was quite bumpy, causing the car to jolt.

Paige’s complexion worsened.

The drug had a significant adverse effect on her body. Previously strong, she now felt incredibly weak, finding the bumps unbearable, leading to a sudden urge to vomit.

Nonetheless, Paige wouldn’t vomit on herself to disgust herself, so she chose to disgust Henry, directing her vomit towards him.

And then... she accurately vomited all over Henry.

All the milk and bread Paige had eaten came out, leaving a sour stench that filled the entire car.

Henry’s expression turned awkward and sour, immediately instructing the driver to stop the car.

The car doors were all opened to ventilate the air, the driver tidied up the car, and Henry changed his clothes outside before getting back in.

His expression wasn’t as unpleasant as before, and he asked Paige, "Are you feeling very unwell?"

Paige ignored him, and Henry said, "Hang in there, it’ll be over soon."

With such a worried look, one might think he truly cared for Paige.

Paige smirked silently.

Anyway, if she felt like vomiting, she wouldn’t hold back. Next time, she’d aim for Henry’s face.

She glanced at Henry, and for an instant, Henry seemed telepathically aware of her thoughts, his face turning slightly green.

"Let’s take a break, and continue when you feel a bit better."

However, the so-called break was merely a ten-minute halt before they set off again.

After all, staying within Veridia’s borders meant it was dangerous.

Unpredictably, Paige’s condition deteriorated further, becoming more severe than vomiting, manifesting in breathing difficulties. If it continued, Paige might not even survive to cross the border.

Henry, fleeing, hadn’t brought Paige along just for her to die.

His demeanor visibly anxious, he told the driver, "See if there’s a doctor nearby!"

In such desolate surroundings, the driver was at a loss where to find a doctor.

All he could say was, "President Hale, we are about to meet up with Four and the others, and there’s a doctor with them."

"Then drive faster."

Seeing Paige’s condition worsening, Henry became panicked and completely at a loss.

His voice trembled, "Paige, you’ll be okay, don’t be afraid, it’ll be okay..."

Paige wasn’t afraid, but he was.

Regretting now that he shouldn’t have injected Paige with so much of the drug initially, otherwise her condition wouldn’t be so critical.

Besides, Paige must have been aware of her physical state but never mentioned it, simply not trusting him at all.

The image of Paige that Henry had always seen was one of strength, so strong that he forgot she was a woman who could also be vulnerable.

And now he understood, but witnessing Paige’s weakness, he realized he couldn’t bear it.

Perhaps his feelings for Paige were more than just a spark of interest.

Finally, Paige endured until they reached the doctor.

This doctor, too, was a member of the underground research facility who escaped when the incident occurred.

The doctor examined Paige and identified components in the drugs causing an allergic reaction. A smaller dose might have been fine, but the excessive amount proved too much for Paige to handle.

Fortunately, Paige had always been in good health, or she might not have survived.