Time Travel to Become Your Sweetheart novel Chapter 128

Jane pinched her face and found that she lost weight again.

Her weight was under 50kg during these days when Colin had been unconscious.

Colin always said that a skinny person wouldn't be lucky enough.

And Jane thought Collin had a point.

William and Jane hadn't seen each other for a few days. William looked gaunt. His eyes were cold even in the light.

He seldom laughed and always remained calm. Sometimes he just curled his lips.

William left the top button of his shirt undone, and his chin was covered in thin beards.

"Mr. William, did you eat on time?"

Jane addressed him as Mr. William, pretending to be serious.

"I forgot ... the breakfast."

Hearing Jane's words, William realized that he hadn't slept all night. Last night, he seemed to have a stomachache.

He looked for the small bag he had with him and took out a biscuit made by Jane.

"Didn't Todd remind you to eat?"

Jane was furious. How could William take care of his grandfather if he couldn't take care of himself?

She was annoyed for a while and then realized that she cared about him very much.

Jane was puzzled. She didn't need to be so worried about him. After all, they were just a couple in the name.

"He did."

After William made the video call, he felt a little regretful. He told himself that he made the call not to see Jane but his son.

"I take Dayton to the jewelry company these two days. Dayton is doing his homework in the lounge."

Speaking of her son, Jane became a little talkative.

She kept talking but didn't get it straight. She just didn't dare to ask about Colin's situation.

Jane was fear from the bottom of her heart. She was worried that if something bad happened, she could not accept it.

William kept talking with Jane. She asked, and then he answered.

They went on this kind of conversation for fifteen minutes. Jane finally stopped talking about trivial things. She clenched her hands tightly with a nervous look.

"Frederic said that something happened to the jewelry company. The staff was lured by the Cart Group. Do you need my help?"

The Cart Group had the guts to poach his staff. After William learned about it, he took down all the hotels of the Duncan Group that rented their shops to the Cart Group.

He didn't tell Jane about this.

Actually, he hoped that Jane would ask him for help personally, instead of relying on Frederic to send the message.

"No. The jewelry company is for me to challenge myself."

Jane was a little embarrassed, and her mind was in a mess. What did an ordinary couple say on the phone? But they were not ordinary couples.

William didn't say anything. He stared at Jane on the screen. She seemed confused and worried with a frown.

William had something to deal with and was about to turn off the video call.

"Don't!"

Jane closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Finally, she couldn't help but ask, "You haven't told me what happened to Master Duncan."

"I didn't tell you, but you didn't ask either."

William lowered his eyes and smiled faintly.

He had been waiting for her to ask this question. They went back and forth in the call. And he won in the end.

Jane couldn't hide her worry about Collin.

"After the diagnosis, most experts suggested him to have an operation."

Their advice was to have the operation as soon as possible, so William was going to the hospital now.

Because at this time, Colin had been taken into the operating room.

According to the doctor's estimate, the operation would take four hours if things went well. If things became complicated, it would take longer.

Jane's hands trembled after she hanged up.

She stood up nervously and opened the fridge.

There were many fruits prepared by Lainey in the fridge, but there were no oranges.

Jane had a habit of eating oranges when she was nervous. She would peel the orange, remove the white pith, and finally eat it.

In this way, she could relieve her tension and panic.

It was a snowy night. She drove out to the fruit stall to buy oranges. On her way back home, she saw a red car ahead speed by and crash into an Alaskan dog that was crossing the road.

The dog twitched twice and fell to the ground.

It was close to the neighborhood. Where was the dog's master?

Jane parked her car on the roadside and went to check the dog.

The dog’s legs were broken. It was trembling with pain. But it was still breathing. There was still hope of its survival.

Jane was wondering whether to save it.

Jane could not be so ruthless and pretend nothing happened, so she could only hold the dog up.

After all, it was a life. And it was her fate to meet it.

"Cigar, Cigar!"

On the side of the road, a man rushed to Jane.

Jane was shocked. Her hands trembled as she held the dog.

"Cigar!"

The man shouted, and the dog opened its eyes and hummed.

On this snowy night, Jane saw tears streaming down from the dog's eyes in the street lamps.

The dog's hind legs were completely broken. It couldn't keep those two legs even if it had an operation right now.

It could only be a disabled dog.

"I wasn't the one who hit the dog. I just passed by..."

Jane tried to explain. She didn't mind her good deeds being forgotten, but she didn't want to be misunderstood and get in trouble.

"I know."

Randy raised his head and showed his face. When the car crashed into the dog, he was on the other side of the road.

"It's you?"

Jane was surprised. But then she remembered that Randy lived in the International Mansion. So it wasn't strange for him to show up here.

"Yes."

Randy took over Cigar and saw it almost faint from the pain. Its breathing was weak, and it looked painful.

"Could you please take me to the nearest vet hospital?"

Randy asked for her help sincerely in a low voice. There was no arrogance but only sincerity and pain in his eyes.

He had kept Cigar since he lived in his rented apartment with no fame.

The landlord didn't allow him to keep dogs. So Cigars went out during the day and came back only at night.

"At that time, I was poor and even couldn't feed myself."

Randy's eyes were slightly red. One day, Cigar came back with a chicken leg.

It was a delicious smoked chicken leg. Cigar didn't want to eat it, leaving it to its master.

To Randy, Cigars was his family.

Tomorrow, he will leave City J. When he went out, Cigar followed him. It only wanted to watch him go.

"Jane, please do me a favor. I will return it to you."

Randy bowed and said, "If I go back to my neighborhood to pick up the car, it will take me at least half an hour."

Cigars could not wait and must have an operation as soon as possible.

It was a snowy night. The road was quiet, and there was no taxi even downtown.

"Alright."

Jane opened the car door and let Randy sit in the back seat with his dog in his arms. She then drove to the nearest vet hospital.

"Cigar's legs must be amputated. What do you plan to do?"

Jane asked Randy a realistic question.

As a popular star, he had a tight schedule, busy with filming and advertising. He couldn't take care of Cigar.

And he couldn't take a crippled dog to the set.

Keeping pets was forbidden in the hotel. Besides, Cigar needed to be taken care of.

"I won't abandon it. It's my family. I can't leave it alone."

Randy said slowly and firmly.

To ease Cigar's pain, he gently stroked its hair.