Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 103

The piercing shout nearly burst Joshua’s eardrums, leaving him stunned for a second.

Having achieved her goal, Marguerite shot Nancy and Aaron a look. “Let’s go! Now!”

Nancy and Aaron each took one of Jenny’s arms and hurried away.

The hospital parking lot was crowded and open, and fans quickly swarmed Joshua.

“Joshua! It really is you! Can I get a picture?”

“Joshua, take a video with me! My granddaughter loves you!”

“Oh my God! I’m so excited! Can you sign my shirt?”

Joshua was instantly transported back to the terror of being mobbed at the car crash and at school. This was a hospital, for crying out loud. Didn't a single fan care if he was okay? All they wanted were photos and autographs.

Soon enough, though, he heard a fan express concern for his health.

“Joshua, why are you at the hospital alone? Are you here for… a private issue?”

Joshua was speechless.

He tried to follow Marguerite, but he couldn't move an inch. After placating a few fans, he gave up, got back in his car, and drove off. Marguerite never played by the rules. He’d have to think of another way to win her over.

This private hospital happened to be owned by his family. He had plenty of options.

Marguerite spent the entire day at the hospital. Jenny needed to be admitted for a few days, and Aaron’s wounds were treated. It was only then, as the cuts were being cleaned, that Marguerite saw the long scar on his forehead, perfectly hidden by his bangs. Teenagers are so self-conscious, she thought. No wonder he kept his hair so long.

“Can this scar be removed?” she asked the doctor.

Aaron had seen that nickname pop up on his TikTok feed. A faint smile touched his lips. “Maggie, don’t tell Theobald every single detail of what happened. I don’t want him to blame himself even more.”

Marguerite nodded. “I know.”

That night, Aaron stayed at the hospital with Jenny.

“I’ll hire a nurse to stay with Jenny during the day tomorrow,” Marguerite said. “You’re going to school.”

From the bed, Jenny nodded emphatically. “School! You have to go to school!”

Marguerite could see that school was an obsession for Jenny. It explained why she had caused a scene at the school when the principal threatened to expel Aaron. Seeing Jenny’s ID today, Marguerite was shocked to learn she was only thirty-five; she looked like she was in her late forties or even fifties. Aaron had told her Jenny’s ID had been reissued after they got to the slums, and the age was what Jenny had told him. She’d been kidnapped and sold to that remote area right after graduating high school at eighteen. The despair she and her family must have felt was unimaginable.

No wonder she had stared at Marguerite’s face and called it beautiful. For a fleeting moment, she must have remembered that she, too, was once that beautiful.