A Crazy One-night Stand

"Her fever was at 39.5 degrees and it was likely caused by overexertion." Bill Taylor, the doctor on duty, informed Wilson. He leaned against the door casually and wrapped his arms around his white coat. He stared at Wilson with a strange expression and joked, "This is the second time I have seen Mr. Wilson personally bring a woman to the hospital. Why, have you finally seen the light?"

Wilson almost choked on his saliva after hearing that she was sick due to overexertion. He rolled his eyes at Bill and asked, "When will she wake up?"

Bill replied, "I gave her a drip to reduce her fever. She will wake up after she has enough rest." After that, he glanced again at the woman on the bed and left with a smile.

Wilson looked at the woman's bag lying by the bed. It looked a little cheap. It seemed like she was not rich, and those who were not rich were all short of money. Thinking of this, he quickly took out a cheque and wrote five million dollars as compensation. 

It wasn't that he didn't feel sorry for what happened yesterday. He just lost control under that situation. For her, it was an accident, wasn't it? In the end, he was the one who got her involved. He didn't want to be obligated to others. Five million dollars was enough for her to live a good life.

The woman's phone rang several times. When he picked up the phone, he heard a female voice on the other end, speaking anxiously, "Alina, you finally answered. How are you? Are you okay? To be honest, Mr. Hall is really a jerk for stealing your plan. Alina, don't take it to heart. It's not worth it to be angry over such a person. We all know that the design plan is your hard work. You have poured your heart and soul into every detail. Now don't think about anything. Go to sleep and have a good rest."

Wilson ended the call and glanced at the woman on the bed. So, this woman was called Alina. From what he could make out, her design plan was stolen by her superior. He could help her out.

Wilson took a picture of the woman with his cell phone and sent it to Simon. "This woman is called Alina, probably a designer. I am not sure whether she designs clothes or houses but check it out. Apparently, she has a superior named Mr. Hall. Get back to me with her information as soon as possible!"

Simon was speechless at the other end of the phone.

Simon rushed to the hospital with a pile of files in

Bill's office, Wilson was quietly flipping through the

landscape design. She was now working as a

mother of 40 and a younger brother of 13 years old. Her father had died in a car accident a few years

was a housewife while her younger brother was still studying in the expensive Jameson Private High School.

simple. She didn't care about anything else in life other than her job. In her personal

three years ago. They were currently renting a place to live

man named Hall Garcia.

up, it was

looked around in confusion and saw a cheque lying beside her bag. There was a small note

It's like déjà

her a cheque for five million dollars. Three years later, the exact same thing

a wealthy person. Money can solve everything

her. Seeing Wilson, a mocking smile appeared on

out a chair and