He stood up, approached the door, and listened to the voices outside.
"No one is allowed to bring him food, not even for dinner, do you hear me?"
"Yes, sir."
William heard this and returned to his chair.
Whatever was being said outside no longer interested him.
He put on his headphones, leaned back in his chair, and played with his phone.
...
By evening, William gradually felt some discomfort in his stomach. There was nothing left in his stomach, and the gastric acid kept corroding it.
He had a severe stomachache, with intermittent sharp pains that grew worse, accompanied by nausea.
Coco was in his arms, warm and cozy, which somewhat alleviated the discomfort in his stomach.
Although his stomach was very uncomfortable, he didn't want to go out to eat.
Upon hearing a knock on the door, William opened it and saw Brad at the door. He asked, "What's up? Did he send you to pass a message to me?"
Brad glanced back furtively, then squeezed into William's room.
William looked at his sneaky appearance, somewhat puzzled.
Brad pulled out a large Jianbing Guozi from his bosom and handed it to William, saying, "Sir ordered the kitchen not to leave any food for the young master. I bought this for the young master when I went out to eat during mealtime. Sir doesn't know, young master, eat it while it's hot."
With that, without waiting for William to react, he closed the door and ran out.
William looked at the Jianbing Guozi in his hand, slightly dazed.
He had never seen such a large Jianbing Guozi before.
William fed Coco a can of food and ate less than half of the Jianbing Guozi before he couldn't eat anymore.
His stomach felt as if it was being pricked by needles.
He poured some warm water, rummaged through and found a bottle of stomach medicine. The bottle felt alarmingly light, and he shook it, confirming that it was empty.
After searching for a while, he found a box of medicine.
He stared at the box of medicine, somewhat absentmindedly.
It was given to him by Ellie before.
Philip had packed almost all of his belongings from his previous place and threw them at him like garbage, telling him, "I've packed all your trash back for you. Settle down and do what I ask of you, and I'll naturally let you go back."
William took a few pills, put them in his mouth, drank some warm water, and swallowed them.
He lay on the bed, feeling a bit drowsy, when he heard a knock on the door.
It was somewhat cautious.
Realizing that no one responded, a childish voice came from outside the door: "Brother, are you in there?"
"No."
After a while, when William thought Ashley had left, he heard another timid "brother."
William got off the bed, put on his slippers, opened the door, and saw Ashley with his head wrapped in white gauze, exposing only a pair of eyes that resembled Scarlett's.
He spoke coldly, "What do you want?"
"Can I come in?"
William pursed his lips and didn't speak, just quietly looking at him.
Ashley fumbled in his pocket, pulled out a few pieces of chocolate, and said, "I'm sorry, brother. I'll treat you to chocolate. I caused trouble for you again today."
It wasn't that he caused trouble for him.
It was his existence that was troublesome.
He shouldn't exist.
He shouldn't.
William didn't take the chocolate from his hand, just said, "I'm not angry, go back."
Ashley wanted to say something more, but facing William's gaze, he lowered his head. After a while, he spoke softly, "I didn't mean not to speak for brother. The more I spoke, the angrier uncle got. I didn't dare to speak. I'm sorry, brother."
It had nothing to do with whether he spoke for him or not; it was just because Philip didn't like him.
Seeing William didn't speak, Ashley asked softly, "Can I still come to see brother in the future?"
William took a piece of chocolate from his hand and said, "Go back."
"Okay."
...
William looked at the messages from Daniel, replied with a few sentences, and fell asleep with his phone under his pillow.
...
At 11:10 PM.
William was curled up in bed, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
He was almost woken up by the pain. He sat up from the bed, put on his coat, opened the door, and was about to go out when Coco jumped into his arms.
William wrapped it in his arms.
He looked at the messages from Daniel.
[Daniel]: WilliamWilliam, are you asleep?
[Daniel]: William, you haven't had dinner yet, have you?
[Daniel]: William?
...
William replied that he was asleep.
Seeing the person guarding the door, he just walked out.
Daniel sent a flurry of messages.
[Daniel]: Have you eaten, William?
[Daniel]: You didn't have a stomachache again, did you? Why did you wake up after just sleeping for a while.
[Daniel]: Where are you?
[Daniel]: Are you at home?
[Daniel]: Or outside?
...
[William]: Outside.
William wandered outside for a while before he saw a community hospital that hadn't closed yet.
He wrapped his clothes tightly and walked in.
A male doctor in his forties looked up at William and immediately stood up. He said, "Your stomach... What's going on?"
This young man looks good, why is his stomach so big?
"You mean this?" William pointed to his protruding abdomen and said, "Come out."
Coco squirmed out of William's arms and meowed at the doctor.
The doctor let out a sigh of relief and said, "You almost scared me to death. I thought... it was your stomach that was so big."
William: "..."
"Where does it hurt?"
"Stomachache, nausea."
"You can sit or lie down over there, and I'll give you an IV drip."
"Okay."
Daniel was still asking where William was.
[William]: Community hospital, getting an IV drip, no need to come.
Seeing Daniel bombarding with messages again, William sent him a location.
The doctor looked at William's hand and said, "You have good veins."
"Thank you."
Seeing that William didn't seem to like talking, the doctor didn't say anything more and just instructed, "Call me when the IV is finished, and I'll change it."
"Okay."
Daniel arrived quickly.
He was wearing a dark green down jacket with straight-leg jeans, rubbing his hands together from the cold.
He pushed the door open and said to the doctor, "I'm here to see my friend."
The doctor probably knew who he was talking about, pointed inside, and said, "He's in there. Go in and see."
Daniel pushed open the ward door and saw William leaning against the bed, his eyes slightly closed.
It seemed like he was asleep.
Before Daniel could speak, William opened his eyes.
"William, I thought you were asleep."
"No."
"William, did you not eat again?"
William didn't speak, just looked at him coldly.
Daniel didn't dare to say more, remembering when Ellie was around, only Ellie could control whether William ate or not.