CHAPTER 332: CHAPTER 332: HOSPITAL TRANSFER

"Huh? What seventy million? Mommy, I don’t understand what you’re saying," Ian Keane feigned ignorance.

Ivana Monroe was baffled, isn’t it Ian?

Then who could it be?

"Ian, don’t lie to Mommy. The seventy million that suddenly appeared on my card just now, wasn’t it you who transferred it? The bank auntie told Mommy that it was a respectful gift from a certain little friend to his mommy."

"Oh, really? Mommy should ask Timmy about it! Maybe it was him honoring you?"

"..."

She asked, but it wasn’t Timmy at all.

Ian didn’t admit it, leaving Ivana a bit confused—so maybe it wasn’t Ian? Was it all just a coincidence?

"Alright, Mommy will ask."

"Hmm."

Hung up the phone.

Ivana called the transferring bank again. The staff there confidently told her that there wasn’t any mistake; her "son" reported the card number, and the cardholder’s name was indeed Ivana Monroe.

The bank staff assured her.

Ivana was almost certain it was Ian.

But the little boy didn’t admit it.

Ivana’s eyes slightly moved, thinking of a good idea, she said: "Could you please check my son’s name and card number for me, I want to transfer some money to him."

Bank: "Sorry, Ms. Monroe, your son is a black card user, so all his information is confidential with us."

Ivana: "..."

Getting money inexplicably, but can’t return it?

Ivana also had the bank staff direct her call to the manager’s office. The manager’s response was the same, no one had the authority. It wasn’t that they wouldn’t make exceptions, but all bank personnel, including the branch manager, would face legal consequences if any information about the black cardholder was leaked.

Who would dare reveal it to Ivana?

No one dared.

The branch manager smiled at Ivana, saying: "Ms. Monroe, your son is really wealthy and filial, enjoy spending it! If you find the money too much, you might consider our investment projects here; I recommend the XX Fund to you..."

Ivana: "..."

This money isn’t hers, so Ivana naturally wouldn’t invest it or anything. Hearing the manager’s long-winded talk, she refused, hung up the phone, and met Timmy Monroe’s dark eyes.

"Mommy, did brother transfer lots of money to you?"

"It seems so." But how did Ian find out her card number?

Could it be that Leon Keane told him?

Right, before Leon and she got their marriage certificate, he once transferred a sum to her card.

The card with the recent deposit was indeed that one.

"Timmy, can you help Mommy with something?"

"Hmm?"

"Mommy doesn’t want to use your brother Ian’s money, help Mommy find Ian’s card so I can return the money."

Timmy didn’t agree to Ivana. He tilted his head and thought for a moment.

"Mommy, Timmy thinks that since brother is honoring you, you should accept it! Everyone’s already family, you shouldn’t make such clear distinctions, brother would be hurt."

"..."

This child, how could she teach him not to covet small advantages from others, and yet come to Ian, he changes his stance? Not only does he not help her, but also urges her to covet this seventy million?

Ivana couldn’t persuade Timmy, and when Leon Keane arrived, she told Leon about it.

"Leon, you’re Ian’s daddy, you surely know his card number. Give me his card number so I can transfer the money back." Taking so much money made her hands tremble.

"Don’t rush."

Leon Keane frowned, not answering Ivana.

Leon Keane had a rough idea of how much Ian had in savings. The money Ian could give wouldn’t reach seventy million. Because Leon’s mother had helped Ian save an insurance policy worth billions in an international safety deposit box, which couldn’t be accessed until Ian turned eighteen.

The liquid funds Ian had at most were just around ten million. Normally, Ian wouldn’t spend money, but this card had always been with Ian.

So, the most Ian could give Ivana was ten million, definitely not nearly seventy million.

Ivana didn’t say a word, watching Leon pick up the phone and dial a certain bank number, seemingly checking Ian’s account.

Ended the call.

Leon confidently told Ivana: "That money wasn’t from Ian."

Ivana: "..."

Ian didn’t admit it, Ivana was a bit skeptical, but since Leon said it wasn’t Ian, then it definitely wasn’t Ian.

Who could it be?

How could an extra ’son’ appear out of thin air?

Leon Keane’s handsome face slightly chilled; who was the clueless person impersonating his wife’s son and transferring so much money to her card? Does he need other people’s money?

Leon felt uncomfortable inside, holding Ivana’s hand: "Don’t worry about this money, I’ll find out who it is and return it to them. You’re my wife, my wife doesn’t need another son’s support."

Ivana’s fair face flushed slightly.

Leon’s gaze moved to Ivana’s covered belly, his dark eyes gleaming softly: "Feeling better today? Still in pain?"

Ivana blushed and shook her head, not in pain anymore. Her period was unusually better this time; normally, it would hurt for two days, but this time, she slept once, and it was completely painless.

Ivana suddenly remembered that upon waking, the warm pad on her abdomen was still warm, as if it had just been replaced. Her heart felt warm; it must have been before Leon left, he helped her replace it.

~~

Around two o’clock in the afternoon.

A hospital’s ambulance arrived.

Leon gently touched Ian’s head: "Go back and accompany your grandmother! Mommy’s going to be transferred to another hospital."

Ian’s cool little face showed some dejection: "Mommy, can’t you not be transferred to another hospital?"

Leon was firm: "No."

If Ivana hadn’t just had surgery and wasn’t suitable for moving, he would have arranged for Ivana to transfer to a VIP ward of the hospital days ago.

The doctors at Huashan were subpar, and after the fake Leo Griffin incident, Leon thoroughly despised and distrusted Huashan.

Ian turned his head, reluctantly looking at Ivana on the hospital bed.

Mommy being here meant he could use going to the bathroom as an excuse to come see Mommy several times a day.

If Mommy transferred hospitals.

He wouldn’t see Mommy anymore, nor Timmy.

Ian suddenly realized that not seeing Ivana and Timmy was an unacceptable and torturous thought.

He seemed to have... already gotten used to Ivana and Timmy.

Ian’s eyes reddened.

Ivana felt compassionate: "Leon, I’m doing fine here, why not stay and not transfer hospitals, it’s the same anywhere."

Timmy didn’t voice his opinion, equally reluctant about his brother, but extremely worried about Mommy being here.

If there was a way for perfection, it would be nice.

Leon furrowed his brow: "No, the ward here is already checked out, and the ward arrangement at the other hospital is ready, the money’s paid, you’ll get better faster at the other hospital, and there’ll be plenty of chances to be with Ian in the future."

Leon coldly said to Ian again: "Ian, do you not know what your mommy went through here? You’re six years old now; you should be sensible."