Chapter 953: Chapter 933: He Gave All His Time to Her
The subordinate was slightly annoyed but didn’t bother arguing with her. The nurse’s station was just down the corridor—not far. He strode away.
Liang Anya watched the subordinate’s back disappear, clutching Xiaoxiao tighter before making her way quickly toward the elevator.
Liang Jue had already been waiting in his car at the hospital entrance.
As long as she made it downstairs with the baby, she could immediately get into the car and drive to the airport.
She just needed to walk fast—just two minutes quicker than the subordinate—and she’d be fine.
Meanwhile, behind the stairwell door in the corridor, Kasey’s figure flashed by.
Her blue eyes locked onto Liang Anya as she hurriedly slipped into the elevator carrying the baby. Her gaze flickered, and she said nothing.
Escape?
Fine.
Once Si Yuheng came back, she could show him the DNA report and tell him that woman fled out of guilt, fearful of punishment.
As she contemplated this, Kasey spotted the subordinate at the nurse’s station, now holding the breast pump and heading back to the patient room.
Her eyes shifted, and she quickly walked over.
"Miss Kasey is at the hospital too," the subordinate said, stopping in his tracks.
"Yes, I came to check in. The nurse just mentioned to me that Liang Anya’s postnatal medication has run out. Why don’t you grab some more from the nurses’ station while you’re at it?" Kasey intentionally issued the order, sounding impatient.
"Alright."
As Liang Anya slipped into the elevator, she vaguely caught sight of Kasey’s familiar figure down the hallway.
Indeed, this afternoon’s conversation had shaken Kasey.
Kasey feared that once Si Yuheng returned, he might regret letting her go.
So, Kasey deliberately let her escape.
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The elevator chimed, and the doors opened.
Liang Anya didn’t hesitate further. Clutching her baby tightly, she darted out of the inpatient building.
The night wind brushed against her face as she wrapped Xiaoxiao snugly in the thick, soft blanket, feeling an exhilarating sense of freedom.
She was out.
She had escaped.
She no longer had to linger near that monster and didn’t need to hand over her own flesh and blood to him.
She believed that once he returned, Kasey would surely tarnish her reputation in front of him, coupled with the falsified DNA report her father and brother had secretly bribed the hospital staff to produce. He wouldn’t come looking for her again.
Meanwhile, seeing his sister emerge as planned, Liang Jue quickly got out, opened the car door, and ushered Liang Anya and her daughter into the seats.
He climbed back into the driver’s seat, started the engine.
The car wheels tore through the asphalt under the night sky, speeding toward the airport.
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America, West Coast, LA.
The San Marino Mansion Area was the largest of its kind in the region, home to numerous U.S. politicians, wealthy magnates, and Hollywood stars. The area was highly popular among Asian tycoons, serving as a backyard retreat for some affluent Chinese families.
The Huo Family’s residence in LA was located here.
To the south lay the Santa Monica Mountains, while to the north sprawled the Pacific Ocean. The tall, opulent, palace-like white domed mansion faced the scenic, endlessly stretching coastline.
Outside, the mansion’s lawn was meticulously maintained by caretakers, remaining lush and vibrant year-round—like a sprawling green carpet—and even featured a small, thriving forest nearby. There was also a private swimming pool, a golf course, and a designated space for horseback riding.
Inside the mansion, aside from a few elderly attendants brought from China, like the Huo Family’s butler who used to serve at their ancestral residence in G City, all other staff were professional assistants and private aides trained in U.S. domestic schools.
But these details weren’t what mattered most.
What mattered most was the mansion’s ideal climate—clean, smog-free air with warm, sunny weather—perfect for patient recovery.
Years ago, the young master had come to America for a craniotomy and had recuperated here for three or four years.
Later, when old Mr. Huo suffered a stroke, he also spent a few months recovering at this LA property.
Now, more than two months ago, the staff at the San Marino mansion welcomed yet another patient in need of recovery—the young master’s ex-wife.
Reportedly, this Miss Chu had been in a car accident back in China and remained in a coma, diagnosed as a vegetative patient by doctors.
Staff remembered vividly how the extended Lincoln carried the young master back from the airport to the mansion in the San Marino area more than two months ago.
When the car door was opened, the young master stepped out holding Miss Chu in his arms.
It was the first time the staff saw this woman, who had always been in China, as well as his former wife.
Her jet-black hair draped over her shoulders. Though severely injured and unable to care for herself, she was tidy, clean, radiating a faint fragrance, with a crimson hairband delicately adorning her forehead—clearly all tended to by the young master.
Her long lashes lowered wistfully, concealing crystalline eyes. Her skin, pale as it often was with comatose patients, seemed so fair it almost looked translucent—as if a mere touch might destroy it—all evoking an intense sense of pity.
Already young, her petite frame shrank further in unconsciousness, making her seem several years smaller.
The young master treated Miss Chu not like a former wife, but as though she were a daughter—fragile, precious, cherished beyond compare.
And she carried a child in her womb, already over a month old.
The mansion staff couldn’t help feeling a bit sentimental.
From the car to the mansion entrance, Huo Zhenyang’s chiseled, stern face stayed fixed on the woman he carried, his gaze never leaving her for a moment.
Miss Chu was placed in a room on the mansion’s second floor, directly connected to the young master’s bedroom, allowing him to tend to her at any time.
Every afternoon, the young master would carry her up to the rooftop garden to bask in the West Coast sun and breathe in the fresh air drifting from the ocean.
During these moments, Miss Chu’s pale, bloodless face would regain a slight rosy tint—like a doll kissed by blush—and return a trace of vitality.
The staff could see it clearly—the young master had completely set aside the Huo Group business.
Be it the main industry back in China or ventures in America, the young master delegated everything to trusted aides and assistants. He no longer attended company meetings or business dinners. He didn’t even bother answering work calls anymore.
For the last two months, the young master dedicated every moment to Miss Chu.
For most people, this might seem unremarkable.
Only the mansion staff understood—it was extraordinary.
The young master had long been a workaholic, spending almost every waking day immersed in the Huo Group’s affairs. It was no exaggeration: not a single day had passed in years without him holding on to work.
Even back when he was freshly out of surgery in America, the moment he regained consciousness, he had a laptop brought to his hospital room and began remotely managing operations. The moment he recovered sufficiently, he immediately began working to expand their American markets.
The young master today was practically a different person.
Day after day, month after month, the shadows of worry in his brows deepened.
With the end of the month approaching and another new month just around the corner, his quiet demeanor grew even more pronounced. The icy sharpness of his naturally cold, aloof features was now devoid of even the slightest trace of ease.
Everyone knew the prognosis given by Chinese doctors—the longer she remained unconscious, especially if she still hadn’t woken in three months, the likelihood of recovery would diminish substantially.
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One afternoon, the butler, Old Butler Ou, climbed the stairs and discovered that Huo Zhenyang’s room was empty. He knew immediately that the young master must be in Jiayi’s room.
He walked over and lightly knocked on the door twice.
