Chapter 598 - 591: I Will Accept the Interview
Cherish Turner rushed Robert Griffith to a nearby hospital, quickly completing the necessary paperwork. Upon arrival, the doctor took immediate action. Griffith regained consciousness, perfectly safe, just momentarily overloaded from a lack of oxygen. Nurses allowed him to stay in an oxygen room for a while to recover. He felt much better and finally returned to his room for rest, completely recuperated.
After the doctor finished examining him and cautioned him, he went away with the nurse.
Except for Griffith, only Cherish was left in the room, standing quietly to the side. Griffith glanced at the water glass on the side, wanting to drink but finding the cup empty. He just looked away without making a sound, his stubborn and strong face reminding Cherish of someone, making her smile involuntarily.
Cherish picked up the glass, poured him a cup of warm water from the dispenser, and handed it to him, "Have some water."
"No thanks," Griffith arrogantly refused, unappreciative.
Cherish didn’t get upset but coaxed him, "The doctor just said to drink lots of water. If you won’t drink, I’ll have to go and get the nurse."
Griffith’s stern face was rigid, his stubbornness unmistakable. He silently reached out for the glass and drank it quickly. Maybe he drank too fast or felt a bit uncomfortable. He choked on the water, continued coughing, his hand trembling slightly, and the warm water spilled onto the bedsheets.
Cherish quickly took the glass and put it down, pulling out some tissues to wipe him off. She gently patted his back and asked, "How are you? Do you feel uncomfortable? Should I call the doctor?"
"No need! Cough! Why call a doctor! Cough, cough!" Griffith interrupted intermittently.
"Do you want more water?" Cherish followed his wishes and treated him like a big child, "I’ll pour you a little more."
"No more!" Griffith grumbled. Despite this, Cherish poured him another glass and placed it by the bed. Her obedient actions left Griffith stunned, but he dismissed it as boot-licking. In annoyance, he commented, "You don’t have to be nice to me! Hurry up and leave! No matter how nice you are, I will not give consent!"
Cherish just uttered a soft "Mm-hmm" and said gently, "Once people arrive, I’ll leave."