Chapter 186: Post-Operative Recovery Arrangements

The vase provided by the medical center was blue-and-white porcelain from the East. Of course, it could not be an antique, but a modern work. After adding water to the vase and arranging the bouquet, Henry carried the fresh flowers back to the ward.

Meanwhile, the few people in the ward were discussing their plans for the next steps.

Robert explained on their behalf: "Since chemotherapy and follow-up are still needed later, we can refer you to the recovery wing. However, Audrey's wish is to go home rather than stay in the hospital indefinitely."

"Are you going back to Switzerland?" Givenchy asked. "Then what about the chemotherapy?"

"The chemotherapy process is relatively simple. Cedars-Sinai has agreed to issue a prescription so that the hospital in Switzerland can handle the treatment. The only thing is that for follow-up examinations, you must come to Los Angeles in person."

After hearing Robert's explanation, Givenchy looked at Lady He Ben, who lay helplessly on the hospital bed. He said with pity: "In your current state, even sitting in first class would be a struggle."

Audrey He Ben forced a smile and said: "Then we'll stay a bit longer, wait until I've recovered better, and then fly back. I hope to make it in time to spend Christmas at home."

Deep in thought, Givenchy lightly tapped the face of the watch on his left wrist with the fingers of his right hand. After a moment, he suddenly said: "Leave this matter to me."

"Leave it to you?" Whether it was Audrey, Robert, or the two Young Masters present, they all shared the same confusion.

Givenchy said: "I will arrange to borrow an airplane, modify it slightly, and send you back in the form of a medical aircraft. While it is possible to negotiate with a regular passenger plane, it is troublesome and requires coordinating with the airline's schedule. A private jet is more convenient."

"Is that possible?" Others could not bring themselves to ask this question; only Audrey He Ben could.

"Of course, leave it to me. I know a lady who, like you, is extremely charitable. I believe she will not hesitate to lend you a helping hand. Besides, for her, this is just a trivial matter."

"Really? If that is the case, that would be wonderful. But please do not cause any trouble for others," Audrey He Ben said.

"Rest assured," Givenchy said, patting his chest to guarantee it. Then he added: "However, I must borrow a person from you."

"Borrow a person? Who?"

Patting the shoulder of Henry, who stood behind everyone, Givenchy said: "Lend me your little assistant for a while. You cannot expect an old man around your age to be as energetic as a young person, running around everywhere. I need manpower to help."

"Is that okay, Henry?" "Is that okay, kid?"

Two old men, the same question; of course, Henry could not say no. Moreover, this was his own boss's matter.

Henry bowed and said: "I will do my best to serve you, Mr. Givenchy."

"Excellent, then let's go." Givenchy stood up, preparing to leave.

In fact, he also wanted to stay and chat with this good friend. But he also knew that a patient who had just undergone surgery needed rest more than someone nagging beside them.

Rather than staying and disturbing their rest, he might as well go do something that could help. So, after obtaining consent, Givenchy took Henry and left quickly.

Henry, following Givenchy, certainly did not think this fashion giant needed him to engage in fighting or killing. What needed to be done was likely his old trade: assistant work. In short: running errands.

However, he first needed to know what the other person wanted to do so he could cooperate. So Henry asked: "Mr., who are we looking for? What should I do?"

"Wait for me a moment. I'll make a phone call to get in touch first. I need to know where she is before I know which way to go to see her."

In the public phone area, Givenchy made several calls. After inquiring, he said to Henry with a full smile: "Great, they will be at the farm these next few days. We can just go directly there to find them."

"The farm? Should we drive or take a plane?"

"It's in Upper Vill, Virginia. Do you know how to get there? We are going to Oak Spring Farm."

Henry recalled the map of the United States he had memorized, along with the timetables for various modes of transport, and said: "The fastest way is to take a flight from Los Angeles Airport to Washington Dulles International Airport.

"United Airlines has a flight this afternoon. If we head straight for the airport, we will have plenty of time and can even find a place to have lunch.

"After arriving, it will take about an hour's drive to Upper Vill. If everything goes smoothly, we will arrive before dinner time.

"We could also choose to stay overnight in Upper Vill and pay our visit during the day tomorrow. Perhaps that would be less rude. I am not familiar with the other party's personality, so I don't know what would be better."

After answering, Givenchy stared blankly for quite a while before saying in a daze: "Are you serious?"

Henry shrugged his hands, smiled, and said nothing. Explaining to others that his memory was comparable to a future Google Maps traffic navigation system was meaningless.

Having reacted, Givenchy said: "No, let's stay as guests for the night. A dinner prepared by the Mellon family's exclusive chef is not something everyone gets the chance to eat."

"The Mellon family?" Henry asked. "The Mellon I'm thinking of?"

Givenchy said: "Yes, Paul Mellon. Oak Spring Farm is his family's home. What he operates nearby is the famous Rockbridge Stables, renowned in Europe and America, which houses many champion horses.

"However, the person we are looking for is not him, but his wife, Rachel Lambert Mellon. A renowned horticulturist, art collector, and philanthropist.

"The Lambert family's status in the United States is also among the top. Rachel herself was once commissioned by President Kennedy to redesign the White House Rose Garden."

If there were a name hidden within the financial circles of the United States, or even the whole world, it would certainly be the Jewish Rothschild family.

But in the realm of American industry, surpassing old families like Rockefeller, DuPont, and Ford, where even the Carnegie family could not compare, and where the newly rich Howard Stark, who passed away unexpectedly last year, would still need to look up to, is the Mellon family.

Even Rachel Lo Lambert was not a Young Lady from an ordinary family. Her father was the CEO of the Gillette Razor Company and the founder of Warner-Lambert Pharmaceutical Company; her grandfather, Jordan Lambert, was the inventor of Listerine mouthwash.

Simply put, this couple were quintessential representatives of American old money families and blue-blooded nobility. They rarely appeared on the surface, yet they were powerful figures capable of easily stirring up the winds and clouds.

Henry asked in confusion: "Can I meet such people?"

"Why not? You are now Audrey He Ben's representative," Givenchy said.

(End of this chapter)