“No, Sir. I’ll wait here,” Jennyfer said, lowering herself onto the long bench outside the emergency room.Inspector Rahardiansyah didn’t respond. He just kept pacing back and forth, his face tense with worry and panic.Inside the room, three doctors were busy working on Jackson. The team of specialists was performing a major surgery to remove the bullet that had pierced through Jackson’s sturdy upper arm. The shot had gone deep, shattering part of his humerus—the bone connecting the shoulder joint and elbow joint.If the bullet had only lodged in the muscle, it would’ve been an easy job for the surgical team. But since the humerus was fractured and splintered, the procedure became longer, more complex, and required absolute precision. If the broken bone wasn’t treated properly, it could lead to a deep infection later on.To make matters worse, they were running into one obstacle after another—especially when they realized that the hospital had run out of Jackson’s rare blood type.A

“If the President Director finds out that the Young Miss hasn’t eaten since noon, he’ll be furious. I don’t want to risk getting fired because of that,” Albert said casually while adjusting the bed lever to raise the headboard, helping the young lady sit up.Once Jennyfer was seated, Albert took out a meal box and opened it. He picked up a spoon and sat beside her bed.“Since the food is still a bit hot, and your hand is connected to an IV making it difficult for you to eat, I’ll take the President Director’s place and feed you.”Albert’s firm words made Jennyfer’s eyes widen in disbelief. Every sentence he spoke referenced Jackson’s authority, leaving her powerless to argue. Still—being spoon-fed by her brother’s trusted assistant?!“I can do it myself. Just bring me the meal table, please,” Jennyfer said, her mind thankfully still working quite well.Realizing there was a folding table specifically for patients, Albert turned toward Bernard and gave him a quick signal.Bernard immed

After Jackson’s instructions, Albert and Bernard finally left the hospital. Earlier, Albert had called a doctor to check on their President, who had just regained consciousness from his long sleep or fainting. The doctor had also removed the IV from Jennyfer’s hand since the fluid was nearly finished, but she no longer wanted to be infused.After confirming that their President was indeed in a normal and stable condition, the two loyal followers returned to their respective residences.“Does it really not hurt?”After the room fell silent once Albert and Bernard left, Jennyfer, whose hand had been held tightly by Jackson all this time, dared to ask.“Hmm. It doesn’t hurt at all,” Jackson replied, curling his lips into a perfect upward curve, making his face look even more charming and handsome.“If it doesn’t hurt, then why did you faint earlier?” Jennyfer asked again, staring deeply into Jackson’s eyes, which seemed to be holding back immense pain.His eyes looked tired and melanchol

“So you’re saying I’ve been stupid all this time?!”“Huh? Why are you so worked up? It’s still early in the morning. Hehe, come here for a bit first.”“It’s not that I’m worked up… but are you really saying I’ve been stupid all this time?” Jennyfer said, walking closer to Jackson’s bed.“Why do you get more sensitive the closer you get?” Jackson asked, chuckling as he watched her face scrunch up so early in the morning.“That’s just how women are. If we’re not sensitive, we won’t notice anything. You too, Brother, suddenly disappearing, no news at all… that counts as being sensitive too, right?”“Gosh, you… come closer,” Jackson said, stretching his hand, though it couldn’t quite reach Jennyfer since she stood a little far away.“What for?”“Come here.”“What are you going to do?”Jackson felt puzzled. Sometimes Jennyfer seemed so obedient and sweet, yet at other times, she could suddenly change her behavior. Weren’t they fine just last night?Meanwhile, Jennyfer wanted to protect her

“So you want to have many boyfriends, huh? That way you won’t pick the wrong person. One phone per boyfriend,” Jennyfer teased Jackson, hinting at the idea that he was seeing other women. Yet, in the two days he’d been in the hospital, she hadn’t seen a single woman come to visit him.“Ugh! Planning to be a playgirl, huh?! Such a little kid, and still daring to think about having multiple boyfriends. So naughty!”Jackson, angered by Jennyfer’s words, immediately grabbed her hand—just as she had finished putting her phone in her backpack—holding it firmly as if protesting her cheeky comment.“It’s okay to be a little playgirl while you’re young. Better than waiting until you’re old and it leads to problems. That could cause affairs, and eventually divorce. Then you’d have widows or widowers. And if there are kids from that marriage, it creates broken-home children who might act terribly and be called disobedient! Well… that’s just the way it is.”“You’re quite the little firecracker. J