Chapter 80
“It’s my fault. I wasn’t careful. I spilled the medicine on you… Can you take it off and give it to me? I’ll clean it for you.”
Sharon stood outside the door, unable to see their expressions.
There was a long silence before Carter finally spoke-just two words.
“No need.”
His voice was calm and unbothered. No trace of anger, no waves of emotion. Just like always. As if the stained jacket was nothing more than an ordinary piece of clothing.
“I noticed you’ve been wearing it a lot lately,” Kelly said gently. “You must really like it, don’t you? Carter, I stained it, so I should take responsibility. I’ll make sure it’s cleaned, I promise…”
Then her voice changed, as if something struck her mid-thought. A slight tremble edged into her words.
“Carter… do you hate me now? Is that why you won’t give me the jacket?”
“No.”
She sniffled a few times. “Really?”
“Mm.”
“Then… will you let me take care of it?”
The silence this time dragged out even longer.
Finally, Carter uttered a single word. “Okay.”
Kelly let out a small, tearful laugh. “I’ll return it to you once it’s clean.”
Not long after, Sharon heard the door open and Carter’s footsteps fading away.
She waited more than thirty minutes, just to be sure he was truly gone before heading downstairs.
When she reached the first floor, she saw two young nurses walking by, chatting as they carried a familiar-looking jacket.
“Seriously, rich people are on another level. Don’t even bother cleaning something if it’s dirty-just toss it,” one of them said.
“Come on, it’s Carter we’re talking about. With what he’s worth, he could throw away a full outfit every day for the next few lifetimes and still be fine.”
“This jacket looks expensive too. If Kelly hadn’t specifically told us to throw it away, I would’ve taken it home myself.”
“Forget it. Stuff discarded by the wealthy isn’t really meant for people like us anyway.”
They continued chatting as they tossed the jacket into a nearby trash bin.
After they walked off, Sharon stepped forward and opened the lid.
Sure enough, it was the jacket she had gifted Carter.
Her fingers tightened around the jacket until her knuckles turned white.
After realizing Julliard had lied to her, Sharon stopped waiting foolishly for any message from him. Instead, she went straight to the Biggs Group.
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Chapter 80
The moment she entered the building, two receptionists stopped her.
“Miss, may I ask who you’re here to see?” one of them asked.
Sharon paused. “I’m here to see Carter.”
The moment his name left her lips, the smiles on their faces faded. Their gazes shifted slightly, tinged with something harder to place.
“Do you have business with Mr. Biggs?” the first one asked cautiously.
Sharon looked her in the eye. “Something very important.”
The other receptionist frowned. “Do you have an appointment?”
Of course, she didn’t. She had come without thinking twice.
“I’m Mrs. Biggs,” Sharon said, her voice firm. “I need to speak with Carter. It’s urgent.”
The receptionists exchanged a glance.
“Sorry, we really don’t recognize you.
They knew Carter was married, but they had never seen this so-called “Mrs. Biggs” in person.
One of them glanced sideways and then spoke up, “Mr. Biggs has made it clear-no visitors without appointments.’
She gave a polite smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “If you really are Mrs. Biggs, maybe try giving him a call? We’re just following protocol. If he tells us to let you in, we will.”
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