Chapter 509

So, where were the promised empanadas?

Christian stood outside Noelle's door for a while, frustrated, but eventually, he had no choice but to leave.

The next morning, Noelle was on rounds with Viola in the gastroenterology department.

As she was taking notes, she heard Viola say, "Mr. Lowe, your stomach issues are caused by irregular habits. You need to eat properly and cut back on the alcohol."

Noelle paused and looked up, only to see a familiar face on the hospital bed—Quentin.

He had actually checked into Collinview University-Hospital.

An inexplicable irritation rose within her.

Quentin's face was pale, his once-handsome features now gaunt.

He smiled weakly, one hand resting on his stomach. "Thank you for your concern, Ms. Warner. I'll be more careful in the future."

As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Noelle.

Their eyes met, and Noelle frowned at the look in his dark eyes, which seemed to carry some hidden meaning.

Quentin held up a small bottle. "This label is in a foreig