Helen's POV:
Hoping to become the legal consultant of Platt's extreme sports gym, I still went to the hospital to visit
him every day, even if the decoration dispute case was over.
Because of this, the doctors and nurses all assumed that I was his girlfriend.
The nurses would make a conscious effort to leave the ward every time I visited, giving Platt and me a
chance to be alone.
To be perfectly honest, I was a little embarrassed.
But then again, I did not owe them an explanation, so I did not bother to explain myself.
When I got to the ward, Platt was lying on the bed talking with some rich woman on the phone.
"I'll be discharged this afternoon.Are you sure you won't come and pick me up?" Platt asked.
"I'm busy, honey.I have to do my hair this afternoon, remember? My hairdresser is always fully
booked.If I miss an appointment, I'll have to wait a long time for a schedule to open up," the woman
replied.
Platt was silent for a moment.Boy, being a toy boy was not easy.For that woman, both watching a
fashion show and getting her hair done was more important than her young boyfriend.
"Honey, do you want more money?" the woman asked in a tender tone.
"Feel free to use the card I gave you.Buy whatever you want.Think of it as a gift."
"Okay then.Enjoy yourself.I'll talk to you later.I'll just ask someone to help me with the discharge
papers."
Platt glanced at me as he spoke.
From the looks of it, he wanted me to do him a favor.I immediately took my bag and walked out of the
ward.My consultation fee was expensive.It was already considerate of me to come visit him every day.
He could not expect me to do something for him for free.
"Wait! I want you to help me with the discharge formalities," Platt said straightforwardly.
He probably had figured out that I had been visiting him every day because I had ulterior motives.
When he said those words, he spoke with confidence, as if he was certain I would say yes.I took the
bills and looked through them.
For some reason, Platt just looked at me with a smug smile and did not hand me any money.
"What? Do you want me to pay for you?" I asked with a chuckle.
"I've availed many insurance packages.They should cover all my medical bills and maybe reimburse
my previous payments.If it's not enough, you can use this card."
Platt handed me a card, which I then took.I had no idea that he was a VIP customer of the insurance
company.I only found out about it when they insured all his medical expenses.
In the end, he not only spent nothing, but he also got a huge sum of money for the premium.
Platt shrugged his shoulders and casually said, "The woman I was talking to had a whole bunch of
accident insurances on me.I never thought it would really come in handy one day."
"Did she avail all the insurance for you? Are sure you're the only beneficiary?" I asked out of curiosity.
For a moment, he just looked at me blankly.It seemed that he did not understand why I asked this
question.
But then, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Miss Dewar, you're so cute."
He leaned against the head of the bed and laughed so hard that he strained his injured leg, making him
wince in pain.
This was not a laughing matter.
As a lawyer, I had seen cases like this.
Sometimes, parents and children or husbands and wives would hurt each other and cheat on
insurance.
Some people would do anything for a premium.
To think, Platt and his "rich lady friend" were not married, and their relationship was centered around
money.
"I'm not joking.You should beware of her.It might be too late when you realize you've made a mistake," I
cautioned him.
Nobody would buy that much insurance, unless they were up to something.
"Miss Dewar, please stop making me laugh again.I'm in excruciating pain now.Don't worry.She's filthy
rich and she definitely won't hurt me for money,"
Platt assured me while stabilizing his injured leg.I had warned him.
Since he chose not to take it seriously, there was nothing else I could do about it anymore.I was not a
warm-hearted person.
Platt should be grateful that I was kind enough to warn him about this.
Besides, he was not that bad, so I would rather not see him suffer in the end.
Obviously, he did not care, so there was no point telling him off.
The nurse packed everything as we spoke.
It did not take long before Platt and I left the hospital.
On the way, I received a call from the teacher of my children's kindergarten.
Tomorrow would be Children's Day, so to make time for preparations, the class finished an hour earlier
today.
They called, asking me to pick up Luis and Polly, who were already waiting for me at the school.
"Can I pick them up an hour later? I'm afraid I can't go there at the moment," I said in a hushed voice.
"I'm sorry, Ms.Dewar.We'll be doing a rehearsal for other children.I won't be able to supervise Luis and
Polly," the teacher replied apologetically.
I fell into silence and I did not know what to do.
To my surprise, Platt asked the driver to drive me to the kindergarten first before going home.
"Which kindergarten are your children in?" he asked with concern.
I told the driver the name of the kindergarten and looked at him gratefully.
"Thank you."
Platt just casually waved his hand and ordered the driver to turn around.We arrived at the kindergarten
shortly after.I saw the teacher waiting for me at the gate with Luis and Polly.
"Oh.They're twins? You're so lucky,"
Platt remarked with a look of surprise.
This was the first time someone had told me I was lucky.I looked through the car window, and my heart
softened at the sight of my kids waving at me with big smiles.
Maybe Platt was right.
Although sometimes Luis and Polly were troublesome, they gave me the courage and will to live on.
As long as they were by my side, loneliness had no space in my heart.I took Luis and Polly in the car.
As Platt could not move because of his injured leg, I had to let my children sit in the backseat with him.
I was worried that he would get annoyed by my children's talkativeness, so I told them not to speak nor
move.
Thankfully, they were obedient and understanding this time.
However, they could not help but stare at Platt with curious gazes.
Their eyes kept darting at his face and leg in plaster.
Platt seemed to like the children.
Luis and Polly did not say anything, but he took the initiative to ask their names.
"I’m Polly."
"I'm Luis."
The two children recited their names as if they were in a contest.
"Interesting.Who gave you your names?"
Platt curiously asked.
"Mom named us.Grandma and Dad have gone to heaven,"
Polly solemnly explained.
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