My Ex-Husband Always Knew That I Had Cheated on Him
Chapter 57 She Feels Sorry For Him

Chapter 57: Chapter 57 She Feels Sorry For Him

"... What to do next?"

Compared to Chloe Simpson’s panic, Alexander Johnson was calm. He frowned slightly, speaking unhurriedly.

"Director Johnson, does the Johnson Family not know about what happened last night?"

Mason Yates didn’t answer Alexander Johnson directly, instead inquiring about the situation with the Johnson Family.

Alexander Johnson nodded, "Hmm."

The Johnsons were not an ordinary family. Once they knew, the final result would be very unfavorable to him.

Even if he hadn’t contracted HIV, Gabriella Dyer would make a big issue out of it and let everyone know.

At that time, because of this event, he would be unable to get involved with company matters for quite a long while.

He and Gabriella were currently at a critical stage of mutual contest.

At this moment, even a very small issue could, like the butterfly effect, trigger a series of reactions.

Of course, it must be kept secret!

"Director Johnson, rest assured, I admitted this patient and it was because I didn’t take good care last night that such a serious accident happened. I will definitely take full responsibility! Actually, reaching this point, we can almost..."

"Almost confirm it. Although we took the emergency preventive medication last night in time, it probably won’t have a significant effect. Even if there are other possibilities, they won’t exceed five percent. So, do you think we should... inform the Johnson Family?"

Mason Yates took a deep breath, confidently assuring while cautiously probing.

He was well aware of the consequences if something really happened to the Young Master.

He was even prepared to resign in acknowledgment of his responsibility.

Right upon receiving the results this morning, he had already taken care of all aftermaths both at the hospital and at home.

In Mason Yates’ eyes, Alexander Johnson was still that Eldest Young Master raised in the palm of the Johnson Family’s hand, ready to take over the inheritance.

Making the heir to the richest person in the Capital Circle into an HIV patient was certainly not something he could get away with.

"Isn’t there still a five percent chance? We’ll confirm it before making any decision."

Alexander Johnson raised his eyes to Mason Yates, his expression as calm as water, without a ripple.

But the hands in his pockets, in the end, still clenched slightly.

The professional doctors didn’t dare be certain beyond a hundred percent, how could he?

Even though he had precisely calculated last night that the HIV virus in the syringe had long exceeded its survival time, the final test results still showed an issue.

"... Alright, then we’ll wait for the final results before talking."

Mason Yates was genuinely surprised.

Sweat broke out on his tense forehead, unlike the involved party, who was so calm.

Truly befitting the Young Master of the Capital Circle, indeed the Eldest Young Master to inherit the Johnson Family.

This composure was unmatched by ordinary people.

"Please keep it confidential until the results are out."

Alexander Johnson reminded Mason Yates again before turning to leave.

"Of course." Mason Yates immediately nodded.

As soon as Alexander Johnson left, he quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Also letting out a breath of relief, the Johnson Family knowing a day later meant a day less for him to bear their thunderous wrath.

Meanwhile, Chloe Simpson, from the moment Mason Yates said it could be confirmed, was numb the entire way as she followed Alexander Johnson out of the pulmonary department.

It was as if every action she took was mechanical, subconscious.

The same thought repeatedly filled her mind, Alexander Johnson contracted HIV to save her.

HIV... you know, it is HIV!

It’s a disease that’s practically incurable.

Not to mention, once contracted, the various terrifying symptoms.

You could say, once you have this disease, you’re already standing on the brink of death.

You can never imagine its horrors.

Chloe Simpson was even more terrified, the first hospital she interned at, she encountered an HIV patient.

"You know? Actually, the disease itself isn’t terrifying, nor will it immediately take your life. But once you have HIV, you fall completely into darkness for life, without any hope, you know?"

"It’s like a terrifying hand spreading inside your body. You don’t know when you’ll die. If you’re unlucky, even a minor cold could be fatal."

"And that’s not the scariest part; the scariest part is the long wait facing death. Dreading daylight, fearing nightfall. Because you don’t know when you might die."

"From then on, your life is filled with nothing but fear, endless fear, omnipresent fear, fear that drives you crazy."

Chloe Simpson still clearly remembered the words of that HIV patient.

She also remembered how bright that day’s sunlight was, while that HIV patient resembled withered wood.

Looking at such bright sunshine, their eyes were filled with a deathly despair, not a trace of light.

Thinking of this, suddenly, her heart was pierced with pain, profound pain.

She looked up at the tall back of Alexander Johnson in front of her.

For some reason, a sharp, cutting pain emanated from her heart.

"Alexander!"

She abruptly halted her steps, and shouted Alexander’s name.

"What?" Alexander Johnson reflexively turned his head.

Chloe Simpson rushed over like mad, throwing herself into his arms.