Love at the Wrong Table - Season 1 Episode 43

Upon receiving the loan, Emmanuel went to pick up

Alessandra in a taxi.

“Mom, why did you come to Uncle Benny’s house?”

Emmanuel asked Alessandra when she emerged from

Benny’s residential area.

“I–It’s nothing! I wanted to inform him of your marriage

and invite him over for a meal just to get to know each

other better,” Alessandra lied with a sheepish smile.

In spite of that, Emmanuel knew that she must have

asked Benny for a loan. Moreover, she was hiding the

fact that she was rejected in order for him not to

resent his uncle.

Emmanuel had no illusions as to what kind of person

Benny was. Despite the latter’s wealth, he had never

lent them a single penny. If that wasn’t bad enough,

Benny’s family, being cheap, would take whatever they

fancied every time they dropped by Emmanuel’s home

for a visit.

“Mom, Mackenzie has given me thirty thousand. I can

afford to pay for your treatment now,” Emmanuel

informed her once she got into the car.

“What? You borrowed another thirty thousand?”

The news shocked Alessandra.

Previously, Emmanuel had told her about the

sixty–thousand loan he had given to Frederick to pay for his mother’s medical fees. She didn’t blame him

since both of them were best friends. However, she didn’t want Emmanuel to lose his wife on the account

of his friend.

“Manny, does this mean that you didn’t give her any

betrothal gifts? Or even something to seal the

engagement with?”

“No, I didn’t.” Emmanuel shook his head with a wry

smile. “Mackenzie has plenty of money, so this is

something that isn’t important to her.”

“Are you silly?”

The exasperated Alessandra poked his head. “There’s

no girl in this world who doesn’t like presents. On top of

that, who marries without giving a betrothal gift? Even

if the girl is rich, you still have to gift her something to

seal the engagement!”

Emmanuel sighed in response. Not getting Mackenzie a gift wasn’t his intention. He just couldn’t afford it for the time being. If he ended up getting her something

cheap, he was worried that she would look down on

him because of that.

Just as Alessandra wanted to press her case, her

raging emotions caused her kidneys to hurt again.

Cold sweat broke out across her forehead as she held

her upper abdomen.

“Driver, please step on it!”

After urging the driver to hurry, Emmanuel tried to ease

his mother’s pain by applying pressure on her

acupoints.

Upon their arrival at the hospital ten minutes later, he

dashed into the internal medicine department with

Alessandra on his back.

The scene caught the attention of many at the

hospital entrance.

Seated in the back seat of a Bentley, Mackenzie

coincidentally caught a glimpse of them.

Is the person Emmanuel carrying his mother? What

happened to her? Her condition looks more serious

than mine.

“Ms. Quillen, we have arrived at the hospital.”

Lexi quickly alighted from the driver’s seat and came

over to open the door.

A short while ago, Mackenzie suffered a gastric attack

during work. Thus, Lexi rushed her to the hospital and

was now offering to help her out of the car.

“I’m fine. I can walk by myself.”

Mackenzie’s reply caused Lexi to realize the faux pas

she committed.

Given the former’s dominant character, she didn’t want

to enter the hospital looking terribly weak, for fear of

creating an impression that she was a sickly woman in

the event someone recognized her.

In spite of her concerns, Mackenzie, due to her

outstanding natural beauty, was still immediately

spotted the moment she stepped into the hospital.

“Ms. Quillen, it’s a pleasure to see you!”

A bald middle–aged man with two bodyguards behind

him approached Mackenzie.

In response, Lexi and Mackenzie’s bodyguards came

forward to block his way.

“The pleasure is mine, Mr. Chamberlain.”

Mackenzie was not only unwilling to shake his hand

but also kept her distance. Nevertheless, she

reciprocated with a greeting on the account the man

was an influential businessman.

“Haha, it’s an honor that you still remember me, Ms.

Quillen.”

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With a broad smile on his face, Joel Chamberlain

probed, “What brings you here, Ms. Quillen?”