lody Thorne carefully set things in place, poured water into her palm, and handed it to Jared Quinn. "Take it."
Jared Quinn remained still, his cold gaze on her. "If you intend to take care of , then do it right. How did I care for you when you were sick?"
lody Thorne "..."
If it weren’t for Dr. Mo’s ssage, she would have thrown the dicine in his face.
"lody Thorne, don’t forget that my injuries are all because of you," he added.
"I didn’t want to co take care of you; I ca to find Dr. Mo. If you don’t want here, I can leave right away," she responded insincerely.
When he cared for her, he was very attentive, like a husband caring for his wife,
but she couldn’t do the sa.
"Hypocrite," Jared Quinn scoffed coldly, but seeing she ca to the hospital on her own accord, he let it go and looked at the water cup beside him. "The water’s too hot. At least blow on it, feed the dicine."
"You’re awake now, you should have the energy to take dicine yourself."
Jared Quinn’s gaze remained on her, he reached for the cup, and with a "bang," the cup fell to the ground, shattering.
He calmly said, "No energy."
lody Thorne "..."
Why was this man so shaless only with her?
lody Thorne held back her temper, poured another cup, blew on it angrily, with spit and a sense of retaliation.
Jared Quinn felt much better, but recalling her lack of response to his questions made him gloomy again. One day, he’d be more important in her heart than Hans Montrose.
When the water wasn’t too hot, she handed him the pills in her palm and passed him the cup.
This ti, Jared Quinn didn’t make it difficult for her. He took the pills from her palm with the water and swallowed them.
After finishing, lody Thorne returned to the sofa, called the butler and Dr. Mo to bring the keys, but both of them tacitly ignored her.
lody Thorne walked to the hospital room window, pulled open the curtains. Outside, apart from the street lamps, there were only a few pedestrians.
A woman stood outside the hospital, unwilling to leave. She was too far away, so lody couldn’t clearly see her face, only her figure and clothing, looking like Sheryl Lancaster.
She stood outside unhappily, unwilling to believe that the woman could still peacefully stay in Jared Quinn’s ward even after injuring him so badly.
Yet she waited so long, an hour passed, two hours passed, and lody Thorne still hadn’t co out.
She wouldn’t co out tonight at all. Sheryl Lancaster clenched her fists, her gaze sinisterly fixed on the window where lody Thorne was. That woman dared to fight her for a man, dared to tell her to leave. She would never let her go, never.
"Sister," Luna Lancaster had already gone to bed, half-awake when she answered the phone.
Sheryl Lancaster was so angry she couldn’t stop trembling. "Sleeping at this hour? Do you know that even though the car accident muddled things between her and Hans Montrose, Jared Quinn still dotes on her? Just now, at the hospital, she told to leave right in front of Jared Quinn’s face."
Luna Lancaster finally awoke. "Sis, I already told you, if you keep dragging your feet like this, you’re going to miss your chance. Didn’t you see how Ivy lost? She delayed too long, and if she had acted sooner, she wouldn’t have ended up that way."
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