Chapter 382: Chapter 380: I’m So Happy I Met You
Leaving the hospital, Mia Grant was met with a face full of willow catkins. Her nose tickled, and she let out a sudden sneeze.
She rubbed her nose. Looking up, she realized she had forgotten to pick up her medicine and turned back to get it.
She had unceremoniously stuffed all the prescription slips from earlier into her bag.
She rummaged through it as she walked.
The line for the pharmacy was even longer than the one for consultations. She sighed and quietly got in line at the back.
When it was finally her turn, the person at the counter told her she hadn’t paid yet.
Mia Grant paused. "Sorry."
Taking the slip back, she prepared to go pay and then get back in line all over again.
Before she could move, a force came from behind, and someone gripped her by the shoulders.
She turned around and was met with the scent of a young man’s fresh cologne.
Ian Sinclair didn’t look at her. Instead, he took her prescription slip and handed it back to the pharmacist. "It’s already been paid for. Could you please check again?"
The person inside searched for a bit. "Why didn’t you say so? Just a moment."
Ian Sinclair grinned and offered his thanks. "My girlfriend didn’t know. I went and paid."
Mia Grant’s bag was already full. There were so many medications that there was simply no room for them.
Without a word, Ian Sinclair took off his jacket, bundled the medicine inside, tied a casual knot, and carried it in one hand. With his other hand, he took hers. "Alright, let’s go. Time to go home and eat."
Mia Grant was stunned for a moment, then followed him.
Ian Sinclair had driven. After closing the passenger-side door for her, he walked around the front of the car and got in.
"How did you have time to come over?"
As the car pulled away, Mia Grant saw the parking information.
The hospital parking fee was expensive. A glance at it made her frown. "You’ve been here this long?"
’He arrived before I was even done with my check-up?’
"Yeah. It’s not like I had anything else to do."
He wasn’t one of those incredibly busy people with a packed schedule. At most, he’d have to take some time off. Coming here was a piece of cake for him.
"Why didn’t you come up when you arrived?"
"I did, but I didn’t dare get too close."
While Mia Grant was inside getting her exam, he had cut to the front of the line and was cautiously peeking through the door.
He hadn’t dared to let her find out he was there.
Mia Grant remembered what she’d said to Zelo and the others that morning. ’It must have gotten back to Ian,’ she thought.
The puppy was usually reckless and fearless, but now he was actually behaving himself.
Mia Grant couldn’t help but smile.
Seeing this, Ian Sinclair silently breathed a sigh of relief. He then said with feigned nonchalance, "You should have seen it. So many people cussed me out for cutting in line."
"And you think you were in the right for cutting?"
"I wasn’t getting an exam. I told them I just wanted to see my girlfriend, but those old ladies gave me absolutely no slack."
"Aren’t you usually universally liked? You can’t even charm a few old folks now?"
"I’m usually a big hit with the elderly. I just couldn’t be bothered dealing with them today," Ian Sinclair huffed.
Mia Grant laughed and patted his arm reassuringly.
She turned and reached into the back seat, pulling his jacket onto her lap and opening the bundle.
Ian Sinclair glanced at the pile of medicine boxes and couldn’t help but frown. "I didn’t notice when we got them. Why are there so many different kinds? How much do you have to take in a day?"
Mia Grant counted them. "It’s not that bad."
Ian was actually very concerned about her test results, but he knew it wasn’t a good idea to ask directly.
He could only wait patiently for the hospital to send the results over.
"The doctor said my mental state is fine. It’s basically confirmed to be PTSD. I just forgot a few things, that’s all. There’s nothing wrong with my brain."
Ian Sinclair froze. "You’re just telling me like that?"
"Why not? You can find out anyway, so it’s no big deal for me to just tell you," Mia Grant said with a smile as she gathered the medicine.
Ian Sinclair thought back, murmuring, "I don’t remember you going through any major accidents when you were a kid."
Mia Grant hummed in thought. "Maybe it was from a long time ago."
"A long time ago? How long?" They had passed around Mia Grant’s file like it was free candy; every one of them had a copy with every little detail, from her childhood to the present.
That was why Ian Sinclair said it didn’t seem like she had experienced any major trauma before.
If he had to name one incident, it would be the time she jumped into the sea.
Mia Grant didn’t answer.
After a pause, she asked a question that was, for Ian Sinclair, a total mood-killer. "Is your brother at school now? Or has he already left for Portia?"
"..."
As expected, Ian’s face immediately fell. He shot her a resentful glance.
His eyes seemed to say, ’I’m the one who rushed here to be with you, so why are you thinking about seeing Felix Sinclair?’
Mia Grant understood his look and quickly explained in a soothing tone, "I need to see him about something. It’s about his experiments."
"Don’t get the wrong idea."
"I’m not," the puppy huffed, feeling slightly better. "He flew to Portia this morning. He’ll probably be back tomorrow morning."
Because he knew what Felix Sinclair was up to, the two brothers had shaken hands and made peace, reluctantly standing on the same side. As a result, Ian Sinclair was more up-to-date on Felix’s whereabouts than their own parents.
’I see.’ Mia Grant nodded.
’That makes sense. If Felix were still in Jynsia, he probably would have come with Ian.’
"If you need to find him, why not give him a call now?"
"No, it’s fine. I’ll talk to him in person tomorrow." It was too complicated to explain over the phone.
Besides, Mia Grant hadn’t even figured out what exactly she wanted to say.
Her mind was a mess.
But she knew some things had to be said.
She needed an emotional outlet.
And Felix Sinclair was the most suitable person for that.
"You just want to see him!"
The car stopped at a red light, and the puppy took the opportunity to glare at her.
Mia Grant looked awkward and touched her nose. "No, really, it’s for something important."
The explanation sounded weak and unconvincing.
The puppy was very angry.
"You’re just placating me."
Mia Grant raised an eyebrow, feeling deeply wronged.
"How am I placating you? If I wanted to brush someone off, I’d just ignore them."
"I just want your brother to help me sort out my thoughts."
"As a man of science and logic, he’s probably better at that than an athlete like you."
"After all, some of this doesn’t even make sense to me. It’s all just a chaotic mess."
The puppy felt personally attacked, but after thinking about it, he had to admit she had a point.
He wasn’t good at analysis. He couldn’t even listen quietly; he’d always interrupt with comfort and questions.
But Felix Sinclair wouldn’t do that.
The puppy was hurt. "Maybe... I should try to learn from him."
"No, no, no." Mia Grant waved her hands frantically. "You have your own strengths. Everyone is unique. If everyone were the same, what would be the point?"
The puppy hummed noncommittally, his thoughts unreadable.
"You’re great."
"You don’t need to change for anyone."
"You have so many good qualities. You’re not inferior to anyone."
"For example?" The puppy perked up his ears, looking like he was fishing for compliments.
He wanted to hear praise.
"You’re brave and kind, sunny and cheerful. You’re like a volcano—passionate, generous, and direct."
"Being with you is so easy and happy. There’s no pressure."
"Really. Ever since we met, especially during that difficult time at the beginning."
"I’m so glad I met you."
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