<h4>Chapter 80: I’m Her Husband</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion <strong>Editor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion


    Ronald was unsure whether or not he should retreat ande inter. After all, he knew that Timothy should not be disturbed at that kind of time.


    Timothy had already spotted him and frowned immediately, as if he was annoyed at being disturbed. However, he was well aware that Ronald had served under him for a long time and was always cognizant of the circumstances. He opened his mouth and asked faintly, “What is it?”


    Ronald, who had already prepared to turn around, froze and answered cautiously, “Mr. Barker, the olddy just called and said...”


    He spoke somewhat hesitantly after subconsciously ncing at the woman in the video.


    Timothy caught a glimpse of his expression, and the glow in his eyes flickered slightly. He stretched out his hand and shut theptop right immediately, before saying, “Speak.”


    Ronald’s voice suddenly became rxed and more carefree, “The olddy said that Ms. Larsson’s brother has been ill these past few days. Ms. Larsson has been keeping himpany in the hospital, as her husband, you...ahem… Well, you only seem to care about your work and ignore your wife. The olddy is ordering you to, or rather, she wants you to go to the hospital immediately to be by Ms. Larsson’s side and see if there’s anything Ms. Larsson needs, otherwise...”


    Ronald licked his lips and did not dare to say anything else.


    Timothy’s handsome face remained cryptically expressionless and he merely raised his eyebrows before asking, “Otherwise what?”


    Ronald chuckled dryly and did not dare to gloss through the olddy’s words in a perfunctory manner. He could only repeat her sentence verbatim, “Otherwise, the olddy wouldn’t mind making aeback and taking over control of the Barker Group!”


    After a pause, he hurriedly added, “Everything I said came straight from the olddy herself!”


    Silence resonated throughout the office as soon as hepleted his sentence. He could not help but raise his gaze surreptitiously to nce at his boss’s face.


    However, Timothy remained unemotive, thus making it difficult for Ronald to see whether or not Timothy even cared about what happened to Samantha.


    If he hardly gave a hoot about it and had no ns to go to the hospital, the olddy would probably explode with rage and Ronald might have to serve under a new boss.


    Although Old Madam Barker was an irondy during her youth, she was already an old woman and it was thereby inadvisable for her to do any hard work.


    Just as Ronald was letting his thoughts wander, Timothy had already gotten up and walked toward the clothes rack.


    He grabbed his suit jacket and put it on, then walked toward the door in a couple of steps. Seeing Ronald still in a daze, he asked solemnly, “Aren’t we leaving?”


    That chilly voice scared Ronald intoing to his senses and he immediately answered, “Yes, Mr. Barker!”


    …


    The car drove off from the Barker Group.


    Ronald nced at the rearview mirror and decided to ask for a confirmation on their destination, “Mr. Barker, are we...going to the hospital?”


    He kept quiet and merely looked up to give Ronald a cold stare.


    Ronald gulped, closed his mouth, and concentrated on driving.


    He did not know whether Timothy was going to the hospital purely for Samantha’s sake or whether it was to carry out the olddy’s wishes.


    Ronald could still guess what was on his boss’s mind when it came to other things, but there was absolutely no way of doing so if it involved Samantha.


    One moment he felt that Timothy cared about Samantha, the next moment he felt that the man could not care less at all. It swung back and forth like a pendulum.


    In all fairness however, his repeated interactions with Samantha left the impression that she was a rather good character. At least she was better than that flirty and brainless Penelope.


    Moreover, she had such terrible parents and her little brother was sick too. It was quite pitiful to be honest, and he felt that many of the things she did simply could not be helped.


    It ignited an instinctive desire to help her in one.


    When Ronald thought of that, he stretched out his hand quietly and switched on the radio.


    A melodious tune began ying…


    Loving the right girl,


    Waiting to meet her,


    Then the conversation won’t be so cold,


    ...


    When you love them,


    You better kiss them good,


    When you hug them, you gotta make sure it’s tight…


    ...


    Ronald did not dare to be upfront and tell Timothy that the approach was all wrong. He could only hope that the man would be able to understand his hint through the lyrics.


    He drove while keeping an eye on his boss’s expression. Timothy’s frown caused a thinyer of cold sweat to appear on his back. Just as he was prepared to switch off the radio, Timothy reverted back to expressionlessness and looked out the car window.


    Ronald secretly breathed a sigh of relief. From the looks of it, his big boss did not seem too averse to it. Maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance!


    About an hourter, the car drove into the hospital’s underground parking lot.


    Timothy got out of the car and walked into the elevator. After reaching the floor, he walked to the ward through the familiar hallway and arrived at the entrance of the ICU.


    He knocked on the door and heard footsteps from inside a few secondster. The door was then pulled open from the inside.


    Timothy gazed at the woman’s face and the glow in his eyes sank somewhat as he asked, “Are you Corey’s nurse?”


    The nurse was stunned to see Timothy’s stunning face. Her mind went nk for a minute, and it was only after she heard his question that she was barely able to snap back to her senses. She intuitively looked up with a smile and replied, “Yes, I’m the nurse Ms. Larsson hired to take care of Corey. Who are you?”


    Timothy’s voice was still very solemn. “Her husband.”


    “What?” The nurse eximed in surprise. “Ms. Larsson has a husband?”


    Timothy’s handsome face turned sullen too.


    The nurse looked at his face and exined hurriedly, “Sorry, when Ms. Larsson hired me, she never said that she had other family members. I thought they were two siblings who depended only on each other and no one else. She looked miserable so I quoted her the lowest price for the wages...”


    No other family members...


    Timothy’s thin lips pursed into a thin line and he interrupted the nurse coldly. “Where is she?”


    He was told that she was constantly watching over Corey in the hospital.


    “Oh, Ms. Larsson has something to deal with and isn’t around right now,” the nurse answered truthfully.


    ‘Something to deal with?’ What else could be more important than her baby brother? Was she not supposed to care for Corey like he was the apple of her eye?


    Timothy curled his eyebrows. “When did she say she would be back?”


    The nurse sensed that the cold and dangerous aura surrounding Timothy’s body was getting much denser and did not dare to make idle chatter anymore. She immediately told him what she knew, “Ms. Larsson told me that she isn’t sure what time she’lle back tonight. There’s also a possibility she might note back. ”


    If she neither went back to the hospital nor returned to the vi, where else could she go?


    The phone rang all of a sudden.


    Timothy picked up the call and answered, “Yes.”


    Zachary’s voice was heard on the other end, “Jonny and I are at our usual ce. Come on over for a few drinks.”


    Timothy hung up, looked at the nurse in front of him, and walked away without saying anything.


    The car drove out of the hospital, and 30 minutester, arrived at the door of a clubhouse owned by the Barker Group.


    Timothy was about to get out of the car when he looked through the car window and saw Samantha walking out of the five-star hotel opposite the road.


    Beside Samantha was a man, and the two of them were chatting happily like a lovely young couple.