Eternal Love's Delayed Repayment

When I woke up, I found myself in the hospital.

And next to me was my boss David Wilson.

"Are you awake? How do you feel? Why are you drinking if you are allergic to alcohol?

"I saw the videos online yesterday. I have already found a way to delete them and deal with those who posted them.

"If you are wronged in the future, you can tell me and I will help you!"

He handed me a peeled orange with a kind smile on his face.

"These are your favorite oranges. I had them flown in from Florida."

I nodded silently, feeling a little touched.

Later I found out that David went to the company to work overtime that day and found me almost suffocated due to an allergic reaction in the respiratory tract. He sent me to the hospital and later ordered someone to beat up Mark's friends. Some of them who had criminal records were thrown directly into the police station.

If it weren't for David, I might have died. I was so grateful that I didn't know what to say.

Just then, my cell phone rang.

It was Mark calling. I hung up and he called again.

After repeating that several times, he sent me a voice message via Facebook.

"Ella, can you not be so petty? I just drank too much yesterday, and you also did something wrong."

I laughed.

He almost caused me to lose my life yesterday, but in the end he thought that I was petty.

And where did I go wrong?

"Dora has a hungover. Come back and take care of her. I'll have a good talk with her and tell her not to be angry with you. Let this matter rest."

Ridiculous!

I ignored Mark's message, threw my phone aside, picked up my laptop and prepared to deal with the unfinished work. Working harder might be the only way I could repay David.

But David snatched the notebook away.

"How can you work harder than me, your boss? You are so weak now, so you are not allowed to work. I will give you a month off so that you can heal your body and adjust mood before coming back."

"This month is a critical period for whether we can win the city project. If I'm not here, we will lose this project!"

He just smiled at me and said, "As long as you are fine, it doesn't matter to lose a project."

After saying that, he left.

The city project was worth billions of dollars. Was I more important than that?

His words really made me feel warm inside.

Anyway, I had never felt such warmth and attention from Mark.

Just then, Mark sent another message:

[Where are you? Dora said she's hungry. Go buy some roast chicken. Hurry up. Dora doesn't like cold food.]

I finally got a little annoyed.

I took a picture of myself on an IV drip and the diagnosis report on the bedside table next to me, which showed that I almost suffocated to death due to an alcohol allergy last night, and sent it over.

And I replied: [Even if I am allergic to alcohol, I won't die if I drink one glass.]