Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 115

Marguerite waved him off. “I know, I know, you big worrier.”

After leaving the room, Theobald glanced furtively through the viewing windows of the neighboring rooms and quickly confirmed his suspicion: Joshua and Hannah were right next door.

In the car, with Anna at the wheel, Theobald sat in the passenger seat, his expression grim. “Transfer her to another hospital. Anna, please make the arrangements.”

Anna frowned slightly. “Mr. Scott, I believe Maggie is capable of handling her own personal matters. It might be best if we don’t interfere.” It was a conclusion she’d reached after some thought. Maggie was a strong person in every other aspect of her life; she wouldn’t be weak when it came to love. Perhaps facing her first love with his new girlfriend would help her move on faster.

As his executive assistant, Anna rarely voiced opposition. Theobald glanced at her, surprised. “You sound like you know a thing or two about relationships. Have you been in love before?”

They had worked together for four or five years, yet he had never pried into her personal life. It was a professional boundary. She, on the other hand, knew almost everything about his.

Anna kept one hand on the steering wheel, a rare smile gracing her composed face. “Who are you looking down on, Mr. Scott? Who hasn't been in love by their mid-twenties?”

The moment the words left her mouth, she saw his expression darken and mentally kicked herself. She’d forgotten her boss had never actually been in a relationship, only a state of unrequited devotion. The smile froze on her lips. She patted the gold bangle on her wrist. “Sorry, Mr. Scott.”

Theobald shot her an exasperated look. “If you don’t know how to offer comfort, you really don’t have to.”

Marguerite spent the afternoon studying on her phone in the hospital room. The nurse, a woman in her fifties, was watching a cheesy series with Jenny called The CEO Who Fell for the Divorced Mom of Two. Jenny didn’t quite understand the plot, but she seemed to be enjoying it anyway.

Joshua peered through the viewing window and saw that Marguerite was alone. His confidence returned. The door was closed now, so he couldn’t use the coughing trick. He would have to resort to lying in wait. She had to leave the room eventually, right?

With this plan in mind, Joshua began pacing the hallway with Hannah. They walked back and forth dozens of times, like NPCs on a fixed route, but Marguerite never once emerged.

Hannah was exhausted and starting to wonder what on earth Joshua was trying to accomplish. Finally, she couldn’t take another step and collapsed onto her bed, her voice weak. “Joshua, even a workhorse doesn’t pace this much.”