Earlier, in Henry's ward. The contents of the IV dripped slowly into the patient’s green veins. Weston
stood at the door and looked inside the ward.
Then, he pushed the door open and walked in. There wasa nice wheelchair and a pair of crutches by
the bedside table. Henry was lying on the hospital bed. When he saw Weston walking in, his gaze
followed him.
“That's rare. You're so well-informed this time.” Weston grabbed a chair and sat next to Henry's bed.
“ You've misunderstood. I accompanied my wife to the hospital today. We heard from Zeta that you
were here. What happened? Are you in sick again?” The two men had never spoken nicely to each
other. Henry was used to Weston's cold words and did not take them to heart. Indifferently, he spoke,
“Don't worry. I'm not dead yet. Accompany your wife and leave me alone."
Weston laughed and picked up a financial magazine.
“It's been so many years. You should get back on your feet. Don't be a cripple."
“Don't worry about my business.”
“I have no intention to do so. I'm just staying for half an hour." Henry frowned and observed Weston.
“What do you mean? Aren't you accompanying Stella to the doctor? Why are you here for half an
hour?”
"She feels uncomfortable with me around.”
"Fine.” Henry did not bother to waste time bickering with him.
"You're the only one who'll treat her like a treasure. She even ran away from your wedding. I thought
you'd at least teach her a lesson.” Henry laughed at him.
“Mr. Ford, that's not like you." Weston put down the magazine , revealing a stony face. Henry laughed
again.
"You should see the look on your face. I knew you'd only react when someone talked about her.”
Weston sneered coldly.
"If that woman doesn't come back, are you going to waste your life on her forever?” Henry's smile
disappeared because of Weston's question, and his eyes became as hard as a rock. A short moment
later, he said, “She won't come back.”
Henry laughed at himself.
“Hey. Say, why are women so cruel? If I died, would she ever come to my funeral?"
“If you die,” Weston gave him a look and said, “even if she did come to your funeral, you won't see it.”
Weston paused a little and snickered, “But I can relay her message to you in front of your grave.”
Henry was lost for words. He rubbed his temple and asked, “Must you stay here for half an hour?”
Weston said nothing and picked up the magazine to read. Henry wanted to speak to Weston no more
since he reopened the deepest scar of his life. Not long after, someone opened the door to Henry's
ward.
“Mr. Moore, may I come in?” A head poked in from behind the door and asked tentatively, “Is this a
good time for you?”
Henry answered without looking up. “No. Get lost.”
“Oh..." Angelina still walked in anyway.
“I brought you some food. Are you feeling better?" she said, closing the door behind her.
When Angelina turned around and saw Weston sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, she froze.
“Mr. Ford?” Weston glanced at her and recognized her as Stella's friend. Angelina looked a lot like
Faye. He then looked at Henry as if to ask him what Angelina was doing there. Henry rubbed his
temple and felt a slight headache . He did not feel like explaining, so he gestured to Angelina.
" Tell him why I ended up in the hospital.” Angelina explained embarrassedly, “I accidentally bumped
into Mr. Moore yesterday ... and I bumped into him twice. The second time I bumped into him, I flipped
his wheelchair over."
Angelina felt more remorseful as she explained, “I know Mr. Moore has been having trouble with his
leg. I was concerned and came over to visit him. Since you're okay, I'll leave first. I'll take care of the
medical bills too..."
Weston finally looked at her and looked at her in a slight surprise. He asked in an indifferent tone, "You
flipped his wheelchair?"
After all, Henry was a big tall man. Even though he had been in the wheelchair for a few years and
neglected exercise, he still wasn't a man that a small girl could easily overturn. Angelina became more
embarrassed at that. She muttered, “I'm... quite strong."
Angelina looked thin and small and studied art, but she did indeed pack a punch. According to her
parents, she had loved fighting since she was a child. She would fight the boys and even against three
opponents at the same time.
Being a natural fighter, she had never lost a fight in her life. When she was in high school, she started
helping others in need. When she was in college, she even caught a pervert on the bus.
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