I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away
Chapter 380: A Trip to Mondale

Bianca had been hospitalized, and the real power she held now had to be handed over to Joy Chaucer. The doctors strongly advised that Bianca stay in the hospital for observation due to her severe physical injuries. Upon receiving the power, Joy Chaucer returned to the company, leaving Chloe to take care of Bianca.

Seeking an excuse to send Chloe away, Bianca said, "Chloe, could you go home and bring me some toiletries?" "Sure, rest well. I'll be back soon," Chloe replied cheerfully, pleased that Joy Chaucer finally had some authority.

After Chloe left, Bianca summoned Dr. Harrington and asked, "Dr. Harrington, be honest with me, is my condition so bad that I might not live much longer? My hair is falling out in clumps, I often have heart palpitations, nightmares, and I feel short of breath and chest tightness." Dr. Harrington reassured her, "It's all stress-related, don't worry too much. Just focus on rest and your diet, and get your health back on track." Relieved, Bianca's biggest regret was not having seen her daughter. "Thank you, Dr. Harrington," she sighed in relief.

Given her condition, Bianca couldn't visit Meredith but decided to call her instead to check in. After lying in bed for a while, Bianca drifted into a fitful sleep, feeling listless and groggy as she had been lately.

She was awakened by the presence of a man. "Mrs. Chaucer," the man said politely, "I'm sorry if I disturbed you." It was Ethan, the private detective she had hired. "Ethan, it's you," Bianca said, sitting up slowly. "Any news?" "After investigating, we've ruled out several girls; only eight remain unchecked," the detective informed her. "Mrs. Chaucer, are you alright?" "It's nothing serious," Bianca replied anxiously, "Please, find my daughter as soon as possible." "Of course, Mrs. Chaucer. Also, I need some of your hair for a paternity test when the time comes; it'll make things easier." "No problem," Bianca said, plucking a few strands and handing them over. "I'm counting on you." Even though the doctor said it was nothing severe, Bianca felt her health was failing and feared she might not see her daughter. The private detective assured her, "Don't worry."

When Chloe returned to the hospital, she coincidentally saw the detective leaving the room. They met in the corridor, and Chloe, not recognizing the private detective, was curious about the strange man leaving Bianca's room. Entering the room, Chloe asked, "Bianca, who was that man who just left?" "Just an employee," Bianca dismissed casually.

Meanwhile, at First Hospital, Meredith was also hospitalized and anxious about Terrence Sterling in Mondale. She knew she had to recover quickly to go to Mondale and find him. Over the next few days, the news of Terrence Sterling raping a female manager in Mondale continued to escalate, and Sterling Corporation's PR efforts couldn't contain it. The company's stock price plummeted, losing billions in market value daily in what was becoming the year's biggest scandal. Far away in Crimson Copse, Justin, who had seen the news, called Meredith, "Meredith, are you okay?" "I'm fine," Meredith replied, having been in the hospital for three days and planning to be discharged that day. "I saw the news," Justin continued, "Don't worry, these cases take time, especially being international." Understanding the gravity of the situation, Meredith knew the longer Terrence Sterling remained unbailed, the worse it was for him and the company. Thus, she decided to make a trip to Mondale. "Thanks for your concern, I'll catch up later," she said, not in the mood to discuss Justin's situation back home.

"...Okay," Justin replied, then sat back on the hillside at his ancestral home, watching the sunset. He had been back for over a month, and the entire local community knew of his return, which Mr. Thatcher had announced not out of joy, but to let people know he had a son to take care of him.

"Uncle Justin," Gemma, returning from school, found Justin on the hillside. "Uncle Justin, why are you sitting here?" "I'm watching the mountains," Justin said, his gaze distant. "Gemma, you must study hard. It's the only way we poor can change our fate. One day, when I'm gone, you must learn to protect yourself." Gemma innocently asked, "Uncle Justin, where are you going? Are you leaving?"