Chapter 10
Two weeks later, Dr. Sinclair analyzed my test results with a smile–my recovery looked very promising.
“In a few days, we’ll do another full examination. If there are no issues, you can be discharged. After that, just take your medication regularly and come back for check–ups.”
The weight that had been hanging over my heart slowly lifted. I thanked Dr. Sinclair and left.
Passing through the hospital’s small garden, I spotted a familiar face.
It was Chuck.
He was sitting in a wheelchair, staring blankly at the scenery.
I looked at him curiously until he noticed me.
Chuck awkwardly maneuvered his wheelchair over, sweating profusely from the effort, yet appearing delighted.
“Willow, did you come to see me?”
I answered firmly: “No, just passing by.”
Nothing more awkward than someone who reads too much into things.
Chuck’s smile looked worse than if he were crying.
Nevertheless, I asked what had happened.
Recalling the painful incident, he responded with hatred and anger: “When Isa found out I’d transferred all my assets to you, she pushed me down the stairs.”
“My right leg is ruined.”
Chuck looked at me pitifully, attempting to gain sympathy.
But I was tired of comforting him.
So I replied perfunctorily: “Well, get some sun and calcium then.”
Chuck’s brain must have been damaged in the fall because he actually smiled: “I’ll take good care of myself, don’t worry. As for that bitch, I’ve filed for divorce and am suing her for intentional harm.”
Another drama unfolds.
Feeling weary, I prepared to end the conversation: “Good luck. You’ll need to learn how to use crutches from now on.”
Chuck’s face paled: “You find me repulsive?”
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I laughed coldly: “Extremely.”
With that, I walked away briskly. We owed each other nothing–there was no need to meet again.
Crossing the garden and passing the hospital entrance, I suddenly glimpsed a familiar figure in the crowd.
He was holding a bouquet, head down as if texting someone.
Then my phone vibrated in my pocket.
Lucien: [Today’s flowers have arrived. Aunt Cynthia can come pick them up.]
I was stunned for a moment. Then I realized that every day’s flowers had been delivered by him personally.
Aunt Cynthia had complimented my taste in men–apparently she had met him already.
I lowered my head and smiled. [Want to meet?]
The tall figure in the distance instantly broke into a goofy grin, then looked distressed moments later.
[Now?]
[It’ll take me a few hours to get there.]
Look at him, still pretending.
But I couldn’t wait: [Yes, now. Look up.]
Lucien obediently looked over, nearly dropping the flowers.
He weaved through the crowd to reach me, gazing at me like a treasure.
If he were a large dog, his tail would be wagging so fast it would blur.
I teased him: “Done pretending?”
His ears turned completely red, but his words were bolder than anyone’s.
“I just wanted to see you so badly, to hug you, to…”
“What else do you want to do?”
“Not appropriate to say here.”
Well, we’d have plenty of time to talk about that later.
