Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 600

It wasn't about the ginseng; it was about Neil doing me a huge favor.

I changed the subject and talked to my dad about the upcoming hospital transfer. He didn't have any objections. Whether it was domestic or abroad, he didn't really care. In fact, he didn't even want to seek treatment at first.

"I'm going to swing by Neil's place." After saying this, I got up to head to Neil's room. My dad seemed like he wanted to say something, probably because Ryan and Faith had stopped by the day before, making quite an impression, and he was a bit too proud to show any concern openly.

I made my way to Neil's room without trouble and, to my surprise, Cooper was there, along with a spread of mouthwatering food.

Neil hadn't touched a bite until he saw me. Cooper then had an epiphany, pointing at the thermos I was carrying, "No wonder he wouldn't touch the breakfast I brought. Someone had a special delivery."

He gave me a knowing smile, which I ignored, simply setting down the thermos. "Eat up."

"Good thing you showed up. I swear he was about to starve himself," Cooper said, opening the thermos and serving the contents—porridge—to Neil. "Smells amazing. Did you make this yourself?"

Neil's gaze immediately landed on me, filled with a glint of hope.

I shrugged. "Dream on. It was the housekeeper."

The light in his eyes dimmed as he lowered his head and started eating, quickly finishing the porridge and then moving on to Cooper's breakfast.

Mission accomplished, I grabbed the thermos, ready to leave, but Cooper caught my arm. "Hey, don't go. I'm heading back to Rosemont today. Isn't your dad staying at this hospital too? Could you look in on Neil here..."

His glance at Neil made his intentions clear.

One by one, everyone seemed to expect me to take care of Neil, as if I had nothing better to do.

"I'm afraid that won't be possible. My dad's transferring hospitals soon. You'd better take care of him yourself." I turned him down coldly.

"Transferring? Going abroad?" Neil asked, more interested in this topic.

I sighed softly, shaking my head without offering a detailed answer.

The overseas hospital Neil had suggested had a long waiting list. Finding a faster way in would take time, and nothing was certain. We couldn't afford to wait any longer.

"Why not go to the hospital I recommended? Don't you trust me?" Neil asked, frowning unhappily.

"It's not that. It's for other reasons. Thanks anyway. Get some rest," I said, wanting to avoid the topic and quickly left.

But Neil didn't let it go. Two days later, as I was arranging for my dad's transfer, Neil appeared behind me.

"What are you doing here?" I was surprised.

"So, the overseas hospital Rena mentioned was your recommendation?" my dad snapped back into focus, then turned to glare at me before bluntly stating, "I'm not going. We didn't even get an appointment slot. That's settled then. Rena, let's go!"

He practically dragged me away.

Looking back, I saw Neil standing still, his gaze lingering on us.

Once we were in the car, my dad was still fuming. He started lecturing me, "Irene, what are you thinking? Why didn't you tell me Neil was involved? Do you realize how serious this is? Do you want us to owe him a huge favor?"

"Dad, he just provided some information. I had to apply for the appointments myself. It's not a big deal, just a small favor, not something to get worked up about," I tried to soothe him, but sensing his growing anger, I quickly added, "Dad, there won't be any entanglement with Neil over this, okay?"

I knew my dad was worried that any involvement with Neil would drag me back into a complicated situation, potentially causing him to feel responsible for my troubles.

He sighed deeply, his anger not fully subsided. Eager to change the subject, I mentioned, "Oh, mom went straight to the new hospital. She's been really busy with the company, looking for a new ingredient for their skincare products. I wonder if they'll find it."

"I know she's busy. I can't help her much, and it's wearing her out," my dad said, his voice filled with guilt and concern for my mom.

"Once you're back on your feet, you can pitch in, right? Dad, you've gotta promise to play ball this time, no more throwing tantrums like a little kid," I urged him, my voice heavy with concern. I was really worried that when push came to shove, my dad might back out again.

Dad nodded earnestly, "Alright, you got it."