Reclaiming the CEO's Heart
Chapter 82 How Is My Father

Chapter 82 How Is My Father

"Doctor, how is my father?"

Avery was so nervous that she tightly grasped her sleeves, fearing her father had died.

"Fortunately, we rescued him in time. Avery, I won't hide it from you. Your father's current condition is dangerous. It would be best to find Leon's top brain specialist and ask him to perform a craniotomy as soon as possible. Otherwise, we might be unable to save your father next time."

Avery's heart sank to the bottom again. She was eager to find Leon but didn't have any connections. Nicholas had helped her look for him but failed.

When the nurses wheeled Martin out, he kept his eyes closed with a weak face. Seeing him, Avery said, "Dad."

But there was no response like a stone thrown into a well.

Martin's exposed hands were thin and old. He had aged a lot in the past two years. There was an indwelling needle on the back of his hand. And the skin was loose. It was no longer the big hand that had led her home.

Avery cried in a sobbing voice, "Dad, please wake up and look at me."

No matter what he had done to others, he had always treated her well. So she could watch him die without doing anything. Suddenly, she remembered Jacob had said he could find Leon when she had jumped off the building.

It was not surprising that he could find Leon because of his connections and financial resources. But he would not have told her about it if her life had not been in danger.

She knew Jacob hated Martin and herself but had no choice but to ask him for help. She had decided not to contact him two days ago. Unexpectedly, she had to beg him again so soon.

Avery wiped off her tears, settled Martin down, and asked John for Jacob's location. Then, she took a taxi to Grande Club.

It was an extravagant orgy where female dancers in revealing clothes were twisting their enchanting bodies. Men and women in the corners were kissing. And the booths were full of people drinking and laughing.

But the excitement belonged to other people when Avery hurriedly walked toward the private room inside.

Jacob disliked this kind of place the most. When he hung out with friends, he usually chose quiet places.

After John led her to the room, she pushed open the door.

It was a large and luxurious private room that could accommodate hundreds of people. Even though many people were inside, Avery spotted Jacob in the crowd at a glance.

He quietly leaned back on the leather seat with his eyes closed, looking incompatible with the noisy surroundings. When he closed his sharp eyes, he looked harmless.

Next to him was a handsome man wearing gray home clothes. He had his bare feet in a foot bath bucket and a furry eyeshade around his neck. Others had either whiskey or champagne, but he had vegetable juice. Jacob used this place as a hotel, while he used it as a health spa.

A scantily clad woman moved to Jacob's side and boldly leaned over to kiss his lips. When her strong perfume hit his face, he suddenly woke up. After he opened his eyes, he saw her red lips and subconsciously threw her out without mercy.

When the woman screamed and fell in front of Avery, her miniskirt rolled up and revealed her sexy T-bag, causing the men around her to whistle.

Avery felt uncomfortable on such an occasion. When she raised her head in panic, she met Jacob's eyes. His gaze was calm. And a hint of ridicule flashed across his black pupils.

He had just blamed her for playing hard to get. Seeing her come to meet him again so soon, he confirmed it. She had jumped off a building last time. So, he wondered what trick she would play this time.

Avery didn't miss the message in his eyes. But Martin's life was at stake, so she had no choice but to ask Jacob for help. Even though she knew continuing to move forward would lead to his humiliation, she must not retreat.

Everyone nearby noticed her. Except for Ronnie, no one present knew her identity as Jacob's ex-wife.

A woman with a curvy figure looked her up and down, chewed the gum, and ridiculed, "Bumpkin, did you enter the wrong room?"

Isabella had dragged Avery to a nightclub before. Young girls nowadays wore only suspenders under their jackets. But Isabella and Avery had worn a sweater and thermal underwear inside.

Among the women in the room, Avery was the only one who wore a down jacket, a woolen hat, and a scarf.

Avery ignored the woman, looked at Jacob, and said, "Mr. Hill, can I have a word with you?"

The woman mercilessly sneered, "Bumpkin, that girl is younger and prettier than you. But she is lying there! Do you think your way of falling is more graceful than hers?"

Jacob looked at Avery and coldly said, "Come here."

His words were like a slap on the woman's face. Avery crossed the crowd under everyone's gaze and walked to Jacob.

Ronnie looked relaxed when soaking his feet. Dense sweat appeared on his forehead because of the high temperature of the water. He liked keeping healthy as always. The smell of mugwort covered the smel of alcohol, perfume, and smoke, making Avery feel better.

Ronnie took the initiative to greet her, saying, "Avery, long time no see. Would you like to soak your feet?"

It was different from ordinary people's way of greeting. Avery politely refused, "No, thanks, Mr. Moore."

Ronnie immediately began to educate her about the benefits of foot soaking.

"Foot soaking can promote blood circulation and metabolism. It can help you sleep well and prevent high blood pressure and cardiovascular disease. Your face looks pale. It would be best if you often soaked your feet. I have upgraded the formula."

Hearing him chattering, Jacob pulled up the eyeshade around his neck and impatiently interrupted, "Sleep."

Everyone nearby curiously stared at Avery and wondered who she was. They had never seen her, but she looked familiar with Mr. Moore and Mr. Hill.

Jacob was sitting in the center of the sofa with his legs slightly open, exuding an aggressive aura. He lightly glanced at her and asked, "What brought you here?"

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