Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection - Season 3 Episode 14

I furrowed my brows, “What do you mean, ‘what to do”?”

The voice on the other end sounded a bit displeased, “You hurt me, and you plan to just let it go like

that?”

I fucking…

What did it mean that I hurt him?

Uh.

It seemed that I really was the one who caused the harm.

Holding my breath, I said, “I didn’t hurt you, you got injured because you blacked out from drinking and

had a conflict with a constantly horny little male dog. Moreover, I kindly took you home, Walter, you

should be thanking me, not extorting me!”

The other end had gone completely silent, I thought he wouldn’t bother me anymore, ready to hang up

the phone.

But after a short while, a deep voice leisurely came from the other end, “So, Tabatha, why did I black

out from drinking? Why did I get into a conflict with a horny little male dog? Where did the cause of the

injury lie?”

Ifrowned, subconsciously wanting to retort, but when the words came

to my lips, I remembered. Last night, he had been drinking with Mr. Smith, mainly to introduce the

Conner Group to him. In the end, his blackout from drinking seemed to be because of me, and the root

cause of his injury seemed to be because of me as well…

Upon reflection, I realized that I had no way to escape.

Holding the phone, I was silent, not knowing how to start the conversation for quite a while.

The person on the other end of the phone, probably knowing I didn’t know how to respond, a deep

magnetic voice came, “I’ve sacrificed so much for you, is it too much to ask you to come to the hospital

to see me? Hmm?”

The tone of this person, even through the phone, I could sense a bit of… smugness.

Yes, it was satisfaction.

No, what was he so proud of?

Shouldn’t he have kept quiet about such an embarrassing incident where he got blackout drunk and

lectured the dog? How could he even be proud of it? Knowing that I saw his disgraceful state after

getting drunk, shouldn’t he have been ashamed and avoided me? Why was he so eager to stick with

me?

This person, I was dumbfounded.

The refusal was on the tip of my tongue, but in the end, I didn’t have the nerve to say it. I took a slight

breath and said, “It’s not too much, so, Mr. Hinton, which hospital are you in? What would you like to

eat? I’ll bring it to you!”

“Whatever, you should know what I like to eat. After all, we’ve been married for two years, you should

have some understanding.” The person on the other end didn’t seem upset at all.

I-pursed my lips, couldn’t help but roll my eyes. I didn’t understand a damn thing, and he had the nerve

to talk about being married for two years. That was really enough.

Taking a breath, I said into the phone. “Then I’ll just bring you something casually.”

After speaking, I immediately hung up the phone.

When did this person become so shameless?

Was the previous demeanor of a proud young master just a pretense in terms of emotions?

I grumbled about Walter in my mind for a while, and only after feeling a bit better did I tidy up and leave

the house.

I was originally supposed to meet with Rachel, but when Walter called, the plan had to be postponed.

On the way to the hospital, I sent Rachel a message, mostly greetings.

I knew she was somewhat upset because of what I said about her and William that day. But I also knew

that we were, after all, good friends for many years, and as long as she understood, she would no

longer be

angry.

After sending the message. I headed straight to the hospital.

Hospital.

Neurology.

Roy was holding a stack of medical reports. Seeing me, he said, “Madam, you’ve arrived.”

Glancing at the stack of reports in his hand, I couldn’t help but twitch my mouth, “Did your Mr. Hinton

check every single part of his body?”

Roy, being a bit slow on the uptake, didn’t catch the sarcasm in my words. Instead, he nodded

innocently and asked, “How did you know Mr. Hinton had a full-body check-up? I don’t know what’s

going on, he

suddenly said he wanted to have a full-body check-up, I’m afraid he’s been feeling unwell recently.”

“Hehe!” I laughed dryly, irritably saying, “I guess his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs are all damaged.

You’d better accompany him for a thorough check-up, it would be best if every single cell could be

examined.”

“What? You started cursing me as heartless and ungrateful before even getting the divorce certificate?”

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

I subconsciously turned around, invariably meeting Walter’s handsome, impeccable face. The man was

squinting slightly, looking at me.

Meeting his gaze, I awkwardly looked away, catching sight of the bandaged back of his head. I couldn’t

help but feel a bit guilty. After a pause, I asked in a somewhat stiff tone, “Are you okay?”