Chapter 72 She''ll Get Lost
Joe pointed to the balcony, "Mr. Lancaster is answering the phone. Madam, please let the doctor
take a look at you first."
"Alright," Yvonne retracted her gaze from the balcony and took a seat across from the foreign doctor
as instructed.
Since she was bad with foreignnguages, she couldn’t understand what the doctor was saying.
Joe stood at the side and he either asionally nodded or conversed with the doctor.
Yvonne could roughly guess that Joe was exining her condition to the doctor.
Sure enough, after Joe stoppedmunicating with the doctor, he shifted his gaze to her. "Madam,
don’t b e nervous. Dr. Tayrien was asking me about your condition.”
"I figured,” Yvonne smiled at him.
Joe was slightly surprised, "Madam, you can understand?"
Yvonne shook her head, "I was just guessing.”
"Oh..." Joe’s mouth twitched slightly and stopped talking.
Yvonne fell silent too. She didn''t understand anything anyway, so she might as well shut up.
No one knew how long had passed when Dr. Tayrien took off his gloves, then picked up a piece of
paper from the side. He started scribbling something over it while talking.
Yvonne didn''t understand what he was saying and didn''t bother to really listen since she had Joe
with her anyway.
Joe took the note that Dr. Tayrien had written and escorted him out of the room.
By the time he came back again, the note in his hand was gone.
"Madam, Dr. Tayrien said that..."
"Said what?" Henry''s voice came from the balcony.
Yvonne turned her head around. "You’re done with the call?"
It was quite a long phone call.
She had been here for at least half an hour already.
Henry cast a nce at her and hummed in response before walking to take a seat across from her.
"Carry o n. What’s wrong with her?"
The question was directed at Joe.
Joe nodded, "There’s nothing wrong with Madam. She was just airsick." "Could airsickness be this
bad?" Henry narrowed his eyes.
Yvonne also nodded, "I do suffer from airsickness, but H
"Dr. Tayrien said it’s because madam has a weaker immune system now since she has done a
bone marrow donation. Even a minor illness can be very serious,” Joe exined.
Yvonne''s face paled. "I see... Does that mean that I’ll still have to suffer the same thing all over
again on the ne during my return flight?”
"Correct," Joe responded affirmatively.
Yvonne leaned back against the sofa with a face full of despair.
Henry couldn’t help but secretly sympathize with her when he saw the look on her face. "I’ll arrange
a private jet when we go back."
"What?" Yvonne was shocked.
Henry poured himself a ss of wine, "I said I’ll arrange a private jet when we go back so that you
won''t suffer as much as you did today again."
"Does that make any difference?" Yvonne mumbled.
The only difference between a private jet and a ne was that one was a private transport while the
other was a mode of public transport.
She would still feel sick no matter which she was flying on.
"Of course there''s a difference,” Joe chuckled. "A private jet is smaller and modified, so it can take
off without a run-up. Normally, people get airsickness the moment the ne does a run-up. That
won''t happen o n a jet that takes off vertically."
"Is that so?” Yvonne tilted her head.
She didn’t really understand the logic behind it.
Joe nodded, "Of course!"
"That''s great!" Yvonne pped joyfully.
She wasn''t celebrating because she could ride on a private jet, but because she wouldn''t need to
suffer as she did today during her return flight.
"Did the doctor prescribe any medicine for her?” Henry looked at Joe.
"Yes. But since madam is on other medication, Dr.
Tayrien prescribed some medicines for body reconditioning. I have sent the hotel staff to procure
them."
"No wonder the note was gone when you came back." Realization finally dawned upon Yvonne.
Joe pushed his sses up, "Yes."
"Good then, you may return now," Henry issued an order to evict the guest.
Yvonne wanted to stay with him for a bit longer, but she knew that doing so would make others
suspicious.
After all, she had been spotted when she came here.
"Alright then, I''ll take my leave now.” Yvonne got up and walked to the door.
"Go escort her," Henry put down his wine ss. "She has never stayed in a hotel before, so she''ll
get lost."
A look of surprise shed across Joe''s eyes, "Mr. Lancaster, how did you know that?"
"Huh?" Henry narrowed his eyes in displeasure.
Joe instantly changed his facial expression and replied earnestly, "Understood, I''ll get going now."
He then quickly chased after Yvonne.
To think that Mr. Lancaster would actually even know that she would get lost, it seemed that Dr.
Summers was right. Perhaps Mr. Lancaster already had feelings for Yvonne in his heart but was just
unaware of it.
"Madam, wait!" Joe caught up with Yvonne at the elevator entrance.
Yvonne immediately pressed the door open button when she heard his voice.
"Mr. Woods, why are you here?"
"Mr. Lancaster is afraid that you’d get lost, so he specially sent me to escort you." Joe entered the
elevator.
Yvonne stepped to the side to make space. "He’s worried that I''d get lost?"
Why was she feeling rather skeptical?
"Yes, Mr. Lancaster told me that personally," Joe smiled.
Yvonne still thought that this was just what Joe had said and not Henry himself, so she didn''t
continue the conversation and just allowed him to escort her back.
He had indeede at the right time, otherwise she would really get lost.
"You’re back!" Lte turned her head to her when she saw Yvonne entered through the door.
Yvonne hummed in response. "Why are you back this early too?"
"I just went to get a schedule. It didn’t take that long." Lte threw a potato chip into her mouth.
"How are you feeling? What did the doctor say?"
"He just said that I had more severe airsickness due to my poor physical condition as ofte,"
Yvonne replied evasively.
Lte didn''t really notice her unusual behavior. She got up and poured a ss of water for her,
"Then are you feeling alright now?"
"I’m fine. Just feel a little stuffy in my chest,” Yvonne clutched her chest.
Lte’s face suddenly turned sour, "Miss Yvonne Frey, please lower your hand. Are you
deliberately showing off your assets to me?"
"What?” Theers of Yvonne''s eyes twitched.
Lte circled around her, "Seriously, I''ve been wanting to say this since a long time ago. Yvonne,
just what did you eat growing up? Your thin and frail body is very average in every ce except this
one."
She pointed to her chest. "Have you been taking special care of it?"
When Yvonne finally understood what she meant, she blushed and pped her hand away. "What
are you talking about? I''ve never taken special care of it.”
"Then how did it grow this big? Howe I’m not blessed like that?” Lte lowered her head and
looked at her rather t chest sadly.
Yvonne rolled her eyes at her, "Go away, I want to take a nap.”
"Fine, go." Lte was too busy studying her chest and didn''t even bother to look at her.
Yvonne sighed, then opened the quilt andid on the bed.
By the time she woke up, the sky had turned dark.
It was Lte who woke her up. She sat up on the bed and kept yawning, Tm so sleepy.”
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"It''s normal to have jetg. Get up now, they just informed that it''s meal time." Lte came over
with a tired look on her face and handed Yvonne her clothes. 1
Yvonne thanked her and got dressed. "Did you not sleep?"
"I took a short nap.” Lte answered, then passed her a bag of things she retrieved from the side.
"Here, this is for you.”
"What is this?"
"Mr. Woods sent this here in the afternoon and told m e that it’s the medicine that the doctor
prescribed for you.”
"Oh, I see." Yvonne recalled that and lowered her head to open the bag.
She nearly fainted when she saw the medicine boxes o f various sizes in it.
"Howe there are so many!” She cried fearlessly. 1
She brought a big bag of medicine, and now she was given another bag. This was killing her. 1
Lte took a look at it and was shocked by the amount too. "My god, when did you be a pill
popper? I remember you still have a bag in your suitcase. What kind of sickness do you have?"