Adipati walked hurriedly. He didn't mind that on his first day as CEO, he and Septi were already the center of attention.
For Adipati, the most essential thing was to get to the hospital as soon as possible in order to rescue Septi.
Adipati is not frightened of losing Septi. What was true was that she was concerned about losing her fortune.

She realized she was in serious peril.
'Please preserve Septi,' she thought to herself.
The security guy on duty in the lobby approached his new boss, intending to assist.
"What's happening, boss? Rijal, a security guard, offered his assistance. The security guard wanted to replace Adipati in carrying Septi.
"No need, I can do it myself!" Adipati said adamantly. "Better now, you open my car door!" he commanded.
"Where are the car keys?" Rijal inquired.
"Hurry up and get them from my coat pocket!" the duke demanded, raising his voice.

Rijal hurriedly removed the automobile keys from his boss's coat pocket. He noticed his boss was not feeling well at the moment. Especially because the woman who was unconscious was his boss' wife. Rijal knew this based on rumor.
Please, Boss. Do you need my assistance?" Rijal inquired again, offering himself after the automobile door was opened.
“Move aside!” ordered the Adipati, not intending to answer the twenty-eight-year-old security guard's question. He was getting annoyed because he felt the security guard was talking too much.
Adipati was the type of person who didn't like dealing with people who talked too much. And for some reason, she didn't like it when the security guard tried to replace her to carry Septi.
“Sorry, Boss!” said Rijal, immediately stepping aside.
The Adipati immediately placed Septi on the front passenger seat. She rearranged the seat in a slightly reclining position so that Septi, who was still unconscious, could feel comfortable. After that Adipati immediately got into the car from the steering wheel and she immediately drove the car to the nearest hospital.
“Why, Jal!” asked the receptionist named Mutiara when her new boss had left. She had been curious about what happened.
“I don't know,” Rijal replied casually.
“Is Boss Adipati's wife sick, huh? Duh, it's a shame she's so beautiful and sick,” Mutiara said, shaking her head. She looked like she was mocking.
“Husttt, don't just talk. Better now we get back to work,” Rijal reminded. Rijal couldn't believe that there were so many beautiful employees in the Andreas Company Group. But, unfortunately, their mouths are all buckets. Maybe only one or two people are really good at nature.
“doctor, nurse! Anybody help me!” Adipati shouted as soon as his car arrived in front of the lobby of his office. He immediately got out of the car and very carefully picked Septi up and put her on the gurney that had been prepared for her to get immediate help.
“What happened to her?” asked the duty doctor as he began to examine Septi.
“She said she was allergic to black coffee and she drank it by mistake. I was honestly shocked when I saw her struggling to breathe and ended up unconscious until now,” said Adipati honestly. “Please save my wife!” pleaded Adipati. He unconsciously introduced himself as Septi's husband.
“It looks like she needs to be treated until she gets better,” said the general practitioner who examined Septi.
“Huh! Treated, doc?” asked Adipati. He was in shock. How bad was Septi's condition that she had to be hospitalized? And what's worse, the one who made Septi like this was her. He really couldn't think of anything.
“Yes, sir. If not treated, I'm afraid Mrs. Septi's condition will worsen. Tomorrow, let the specialist directly handle your wife, Sir,” explained the doctor whose name was Haruni.
“Okay, doc. Just do the best for my wife!” said Adipati finally.
Septi had been moved to the VVIP room as requested by Adipati. She was getting better although she was still unconscious. Meanwhile, Adipati was leaning back on the sofa, thinking about the problems he felt were getting more and more complicated. He occasionally glanced at Septi, whose hand was adorned with an IV needle.
“What should I tell daddy?” Adipati asked himself. He was very confused. One hundred percent Adipati was sure that her daddy would go berserk when he found out about Septi's condition. Even if she didn't tell him what really happened, he would still be blamed for being incompetent in taking care of his own wife.
Septi blinked. She was beginning to regain consciousness. The first thing she noticed as she regained consciousness was the weird vibe in the room.
"I'm being treated again!" Septi lamented. Her breathing still felt strained. She struggled to sit up. Septi felt nauseated and wanted to go to the restroom right away so she wouldn't throw up recklessly.
"What are you doing?" Adipati inquired as he noticed Septi was already up and moving actively. The Duke, who had been seated on the sofa, finally stood up. He approached Septi, intending to assist the woman who had just awoke to make amends.

Septi glanced irritably at Adipati. She recalled that the reason she had to be hospitalized was the evil, heartless man who had just asked her. So why should she answer. After all, Septi was sure it was just a question of pleasantries that already felt stale.
"I asked you what you were doing, why didn't you answer?" asked the duke as he stood in front of Septi, who was trying to get out of bed.
"None of your business!" replied Septi curtly. She hurriedly covered her mouth with both hands.
"Septi! Let me help you," said the duke. He intended to hold Septi's hand to help her down.
Septi immediately dodged. She didn't want to be touched by the man she had labeled as cruel. "Move aside I can do it myself!" Septi waved her hand.
"Don't be stubborn. You still look weak!" said the duke.
"Your amnesia? Have you forgotten ... I had to be treated here because of who!" said Septi, who was starting to have trouble holding back her nausea. The urge to vomit was getting bigger.
"I'm sorry, I thought you were joking," replied Adipati trying to lower his ego.
"Crazy, huh! You think something like that is worth joking about? You freak!" sneered Septi who had now managed to stand up.
Septi couldn't stand it anymore. She wanted to rush to the bathroom because otherwise she would vomit all over the place.
"Don't be so stubborn and proud Septi. You're still weak, let me help you!" the duke insisted. He stood in front of Septi making it even more difficult for her to move.
"Move aside, I want to pass!" Septi couldn't hold back anymore.
"Let me help you!" The duke remained firm on his stance. I don't know why he was suddenly strange.
"No need. I can send-"
Too late. Septi didn't have time to finish her sentence because vomit was already coming out of her mouth.
The Adipati who was positioned in front of Septi could only surrender as the liquid sprayed out on the front of her formal wear.
“Oh my goodness, Septiii!”
To be continued